“The what?”
“The green things you keep along your windows?”
I arch my eyebrow. “How do you know about my plants?”
“The rooftop across from your building has a good view of your place. I saw you spraying the leaves when I came to check up on you.”
“They’re herbs. Oregano. Mint. Parsley. Rosemary. I like their smells. Though, I’m afraid I might’ve killed the parsley. It’s almost completely dried out.” I sigh. “I’ll have to buy a new one when I have some free time.”
“I thought women liked flowers. Not grass.”
“Herbs,” I point out again. “I like flowers, too, but I tend to get into a sneezing fit whenever I get too close to most varieties.”
“Mm-hmm.” He nods. “So, this stuff can grow on its own, yes? Like grass?”
I snort. “I can’t believe I’m discussing houseplants with the guy who’s b
