[She sees that smile and it prompts one of her own along with a blush that creeps up her neck to her cheeks. She ducks her head and bites her bottom lip to suppress her own grin. If he were anyone else, she'd probably meet him with a big hug and a kiss. Affection is easily won with Lucy, it's this kind of awkwardness that means something. She stops about three feet shy of him and waves a little. Nerves are dancing in her stomach and she doesn't know why. He's here to see the store, not her. At least that's her story right now.]

Hi.

[And could she be any lamer? She's pretty sure the answer to that is no.]

So this...it. [A sweeping gesture to the rest of the store.] Where I could conceivably end up spending all of my days and most of nights only to fail miserably, end up selling my shoes and live in a box.

[She's trying to be witty and entertaining and normal but she's pretty sure all the awkward is getting in the way.]