“The plants are doing well.” He threw out the statement so casually and unexpectedly it took me several seconds to realize that one, someone had broken the silence, and two, that someone was, in fact, Christian and not a figment of my imagination. “Excuse me?” “The plants in my apartment.” He stopped at a red light. “They’re doing well.” What did that… Oh. Comprehension dawned, followed by a tiny flicker of pride. “I’m glad.” I gave him a tentative smile now that the conversation was in safe, neutral territory. “They just need a little love and attention to thrive.” “And water.” I blinked at
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