Ricki smiled at Stan and murmured her thanks as he held out her yellow sweater. She was wearing a light, sleeveless matching yellow dress that came to just above her knees and a pair of matching flat dress shoes. She found when she wore heels that she often towered over the men she dated. While Stan was the same height as her, if she had worn the heels she had slipped on earlier, she would have been an inch taller than him.
At almost six feet three inches, she had learned to accept her unusual height. Still, it was nice feeling more feminine and delicate when she was with a man. She raised her face to the breeze and looked around her.
“It’s beautiful here,” she admitted with a slight laugh. ”If I didn’t know better, I’d think that we were back on Earth.”
Stan’s chuckle blended with hers
