It's taken Ryan about 84 years, but he's finally free of Agnes's death grip. He feels a little guilty that he tried so desperately to be rid of her when she ended up buying practically every daisy in the damn shop, but he's also pretty sure his arm is going to bruise, which helps him feel better about it. When she's finally gone, he looks up and sees a much prettier face entering the shop, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Hey," he starts, going over to inspect which items she's picked out. She has good taste, and Ryan can appreciate a lady with good taste. "Do you need a hand?"