Imagine Nellie flirting with you when you're alone in the shop
The fragrant smell of the flowers in your hands filled your nose as you walked to Mrs. Lovett’s pie shop. Of course, it wasn’t the flowers’ natural smell. The merchant regularly sprayed the petals with perfume to help them sell better, but you supposed it didn’t matter. The flowers themselves were real as could be, and looked wonderful.
When you had come to the shop the day before, Nellie had been raving on about how dreary the place had gotten.
“I’ve pulled the curtains back from the window, but it’s no use. Hardly ever get a day of sun ‘round here. Perhaps flowers will liven the place up? Could spare some change for daisies. I do quite like daisies. What d'you think?“
"Daisies are lovely.”
She had seemed pleased with your answer, and walked off muttering about what to do for the lighting.
And now here you were, daisies in hand as you pushed open the door to her shop. Nellie was behind the counter, puttering away making pies. Otherwise, you noticed, the place was deserted. She hadn’t seemed to have heard you come in. You quietly took a seat.
“Slow day today?” You asked. At the sound of your voice, Nellie turned, and upon seeing you, her face lit up in a smile. However it quickly faded into a worn out expression.
“Quite the opposite, love. This is the first time it’s slowed down today.” She sighed, leaning against the counter. With flour smeared across her cheek and her hair falling wildly out of her pigtails, she looked somewhat disheveled, and you could tell she had had a hard day.
“Why don’t you take a break?” You suggested.
“I quite like that idea.” She said, moving out from behind the counter and plopping down next to you. It was only then she seemed to notice what you were holding.
“Oh!” Her weariness seemed to vanish instantly. “You went and got me daisies?”
You offered them to her. “I had some spare change.”
She took them and put them in a vase, arranging them to her liking. “You shouldn’t spoil me.”
“I’m not spoiling you.” You protested.
“Oh?” She walked back to where you were sitting and rested her head on her hand. “Then what exactly would you call it?”
You felt her hand on your thigh, and looked down to see her idly tracing the patterns on your dress.
“Be… Being nice.” You replied.
She smirked. “Buying flowers for a lady is just nice, is it? ‘Cause I thought it’s something done to win a girl’s affections.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but she swept in close, cutting you off. “ Its alright, darling, you can admit it. ” She leaned in close enough that her lips just barely grazed your ear as she whispered her next words. “You might like to know… I quite feel the same.”
Your cheeks on fire, you opened your mouth to say something when again you were interrupted, this time by the door opening. Nellie was behind the counter in a flash, greeting the customer as if nothing had happened. But as she set back to work, she winked at you, flashing a smile that made your heart flutter, and promised more to come.