Tessa found a tall, slender vase, into which she sprinkled a little sugar, then filled it with water, and placed the flower in its depths. She placed the vase on her table, and picked up her clutch--taking out her phone to snap a picture of the flower for her background--then grabbed her shrug from the back of a kitchen chair.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm kinda short." Even in high heels, she guessed she was still just slightly shorter than Zach. Not that she was going to whip out a yard stick and measure.
She just might--just might--have a tiny fangasm when she recognized the shape of his car.