I felt like myself again, and I was even looking forward to my next session with Devin.He buzzed me from the intercom promptly at seven, and when I opened the door, he handed me a bouquet of flowers, all purple.“We had too many,” he said apologetically. “Someone at the hotel over-ordered.”“The hotel? You mean where you work?” I stood to the side and let him in.“Yes, where I work. I manage my parents' hotel. Did you not google me?”I smiled. “I only do that before I've met someone, just to look out for the wildly crazy ones.”He raised one dark eyebrow, his chocolate-brown eyes dazzling. “But moderately crazy is okay?”“Moderately crazy is how I make a living.” I took the flowers and rushed around the kitchen looking for a vase.“Here,” Devin said, opening a cupboard and pulling down a tall, narrow, orange-hued teapot. “Put them in here. It suits your place, and you. Unconventional.”I plopped the purple flowers and greenery into the teapot's opening, and we both stood in silence, admiring the arrangement.
