Daisy wrote up the order as Jack signed a card for Gloria. His secretary had been with him since he'd taken the job seven years ago. He'd be adrift without her, and they both knew it.
"You want to wait while I make it up or should we deliver it for you tomorrow?" Daisy asked after he'd swiped his credit card.
"Whatever's easiest for you."
The bell tinkled as the door opened, allowing the entrance of a tall, slender woman with straight brown hair. She was well dressed and looked to be in her early thirties.
"Welcome!" Daisy said, peering past Jack with a friendly smile. "Let me know if I can help you with anything."
"Actually, I'm just looking for a bouquet. Maybe you can point me in the right direction."
Jack stepped back from the counter, nodding at the woman before turning back to Daisy. "Go ahead and help her. You can just deliver the flowers tomorrow."
"Sounds great. Thanks, Pastor Jack."
"Sorry if I butted in line," the woman said.
Daisy's eyes slid from Pastor Jack to her new customer. She looked as if she'd stepped straight out of a Dove soap commercial with her creamy complexion and natural beauty. Intelligence flashed in her blue eyes as she took in the small shop.
Daisy smiled. "Not at all. We were finished. Would you like to look at our fresh bouquets, or did you have something specific in mind? I'm Daisy, by the way—one of the owners."
The woman gave her a crooked smile. "Ah, Daisy...hence the name of the shop. I'm Julia."
"Nice to meet you. The name wasn't my idea, believe me. My grandma started the place when I was young enough to think having a store named after me was the best thing since sliced bread. Can I help you find something?"
"I'm not really sure what I want. Let me look a minute, I guess."
Julia wandered over to the floral display case, grace in her movements.
She wore quality black slacks and a trendy top. The bag and shoes looked like designer wear. In other words, she wasn't from around here.
Daisy wiped the lacquered counter and restocked the floral cards and envelopes. When she was finished, the woman was still perusing the case.
Daisy stepped out from behind the counter. "What's the occasion, Julia? Maybe I can help."
"Well...I guess you could say they're for an old friend."
"Man or woman?"
"Hmm. Something cheery, maybe? Spring's a great time for colorful blooms." Daisy slid open the case and pulled out a cellophane-wrapped arrangement of yellow roses, white lilies, and blue delphinium. "What do you think? This one isn't too feminine. I love the lemon leaf with the roses."
"That's the very one I was eyeing." She smiled.
"You have great taste."
"Let's do it then."
Daisy carried the bouquet to the counter and began ringing up the purchase. The cellophane crinkled as Julia picked up the bouquet and took a whiff.