11 Not Your Average Playboy (1/2)
As the two walked out the door, Lyra went back to arranging her flowers. However, she didn't skip on the opportunity to take secret peeks at his back as he walked alongside Rose.
How could he just pop in like that with no warning? What's more, he had to show up looking so sharp that her heart almost leapt out of her chest to chase him back down for lunch. She didn't know if she should curse him for looking so breath-taking or thank him for gracing her eyes.
Lyra could tell Kurtis was only be kind, inviting her out to lunch because he was on his way there. However, if there were any flaws in his character, one would definitely be his blatant disregard of her feelings. Did he really not sense that he could send the thing in her chest going crazy just by looking at her?
[What am I doing?] The lovestruck girl wondered when she found herself walking towards the front of the store pretending to be fixing the display, but was actually just staring out the window.
Around then, two female customers walked in to browse. Quite often there were customers like them, walking into her shop only to browse and chat after lunch or coffee. Still, Lyra offered her assistance only to be waved off before picking up her watering pot to care for her plants.
Lyra doesn't normally intend to eavesdrop, but it's hard not to overhear their conversation when they were simply conversing next to her.
”Damn it's blurry!” the blonde one said and pouted at the zoomed in photo on her phone.
Her brunette friend leaned over to see the fuzzy image of a man in a dark suit. ”Are you sure it's him?”
”I don't know but he looked so much hotter in real life,” the blonde said in pity. ”I gotta get this blurry photo fixed.”
Lyra could only assume who they were talking about. [Is Kurtis famous or something?] she wondered but paid it no mind as she continued to water the tulips in the corner until called upon by her customers.
”Was it really Kurtis Wellington who came out of this shop?” the brunette asked eagerly.
[From their questioning, it didn't seem like they knew him personally.]
”This guy…” Taking her confused look as a sign of cluelessness, the blonde pointed to a google image of her sister's boyfriend. ”Did you see this guy?”
”Yes! He came to place an order,” the florist marketed and pointed at the blue iris white lily yellow tulip bouquet wrapped nicely in gold frosted paper.
The girls seemed excited and placed an order for the exact duplicate of the flowers that Mr. Wellington personally selected. As they waited for Lyra to gather the flowers, they warmed up to her and began asking more questions.
”Was he nice?”
”Very friendly.” [Overly friendly if you ask me…]
”Was that short-hair girl his girlfriend?”
”No. I don't believe so,” Lyra answered, smiling while cutting the wrapping paper.
”Did you ask for a picture or autograph?”