Tyra couldn't say she ever picked up a dry scholarly journal for light reading. An occasional National Geographic or Popular Science, perhaps. She stood in the doorway and looked aroubd before her eyes settled on the womam in the sundress. Her stomach flip flopped, then sunk down into her toes somewhere. She was even more breathtaking in person.
And adorable.
Tyra bit her lip for a moment, reminding herself its just coffee, before walking over to the table and giving her a calmer smile than she felt. Being shot at was easier, "Liara?"