Megan grinned up at her friend- that was the thing about being as short as Megan, you always looked up at everyone- before peering around him toward the back. She quirked a brow at him and placed a hand on either hip. "Mister Corner, are you trying to lure me into the back of the store in order to have your wicked way with me?" she asked. "Because, if so, I have to tell you, I'm not that kind of girl. Flowers are a definite prerequisite."
At his explanation for stopping in the shop (as if she'd been expecting him to say he was looking for a book), Megan stepped up to give him a hug in greeting. "And how have you been? Still doing the accounting thing?" She still couldn't believe Michael Corner had taken that career path. Numbers. Ew.