From the author: Is Jasmine Really Less Socially Inept Than Me?
I ran over to the flowerbed and the spurt of water vanished, like someone turned a spigot off. I pushed the flowers around, looking for a tell-tale watering nozzle.
"What did you mean? You can’t just say ‘What I mean is’ and stop there." Jasmine came up behind me. "You're acting very odd. Did the flower bush do something?"
"No. Yes. It..." there were a few small nozzles set near the sidewalk for the watering system. But this had been in the center! I straightened, feeling stupid....