"Lovely..?" Did he mean the flowers? It had to be that taking into consideration where he was looking before she had approached. “Ah..we brought them here not too long ago. Maybe a week or so." She trailed on, pointed on the furthest corner to the right. “Those roses there were the last to be brought here. Yesterday to be exact." She smiled almost happily. Flowers were something she absolutely adored and the season couldn’t have been more perfect. The idea to bring those were her own and it gave her great joy to know that customers were taking a liking to the new ambiance.
"I’m glad you enjoy them very much, sir." Serena’s expression lit up completely feeling more comfortable with the new customer. He really did seem to like them and that was always a good thing.
Kurama grows pensive. The wind trifles looming Spanish moss, fringing green on brown fences in a hostile makeover. Tulips demarcate throngs of roses and hydrangeas, lily-whiter than the sun frenetic. The end result was a ornate menagerie of plants, faltered only by the weather.
“Quite the eye you have, miss.” He forgot again his reasons for doing what he had done: to escape, to bask as himself in anonymity. The café was far removed from his side of the city, decreasing the chance of anyone recognizing him. The space allowed for him to unmask and relax. And right then and there, he could not ask for anything more.
Forgoing ordering his tea, he continues. “The world needs more people who can love it. Wouldn’t you agree?”