Hurley busied himself with work, eager to do and think about something that wasn't, well, girl related.
There's some sort of irony in there, given where he was working.
The sign in the window read:
Covent Garden Flowers
Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available
upon request.
[ooc: OCD free, standard lack of daytime avail applies. Woe.]