"But h-" He's already gone. Riley. This town, honestly. Or was it not just this town, and did strangers with flower shops just follow their clients home? Her allergic reaction hadn't even been that strong, but her puffy puss crusted eyes might have had him leave the town permanently. And would had her lock up herself in eternal shame, so it was a win on both sides.

Lena sneezes loud enough to startle a passing mother and son, hiding her face in her large chequered handkerchief until she not feels like her face is a fountain any more.
When she sees Riley walk towards her, she turns away, stuffing the piece of cloth in her bag before turning back with a smile. "Foxgloves! And as pretty in real light as artificial light."
What is she even saying.