His family was, quite honestly, cause for concern. Beth didn't know them all that well, but in a own this size, everyone knew everyone else to some degree, and she was pretty damn sure that his sister openly disapproved of her. They'd never dated, but there had been something latent between them for so long that she couldn't remember when it started, and occasionally, other people noticed. She was positive that Rachel Michaels had noticed enough to say something off-color, but he was here anyway, and she felt that said a hell of a lot.

She smiles at him again, over her shoulder this time as she fills the vase with water from the tap, setting it down on the counter before carefully letting the flowers come to rest in it. "I don't think it makes you look pretentious," she tells him matter-of-factly. "But you don't have to worry about trying to impress me."

Shouldn't it have been the other way around, all things considered?

"Thank you." She rejoins him a moment later, the flowers taken care of. "It's not much, but it's home." She and Charlie managed to live comfortably between the two of them; Beth found her attachment to the place resurfaced every time she thought about actually leaving someday. Funny how that worked. "Just don't brag to the other customers. Most of our regulars don't get to follow me home. You'll probably make them jealous."