Maple extended her arm in her normal fashion: very excitedly. ”Hello, I’m Maple! Super Highschool Level Florist, at YOUR service.” She hopped on her feet, but her face remained calm and sweet.
“Sumiko? What a pretty name… I’m just Maple. Very American, right?” she sighed.
Sumiko seemed a bit disgruntled by the other’s hyperactivity for a moment, but slowly shook her hand.
“Pleasure to meet ya, Maple,” Her old manners were showing again, and she bit the last part of that sentence a little short. “Florist.. Flora… You work with flowers, right?”
“–Sumiko’s a pretty common name, I guess. Don’t meet a lotta Maples, though. It sounds more Canadian than American to me, but what can ya do.”
