"So how tall are you?" Michael asked. "I mean, I've tried looking it up but Google says one thing and other websites will say something completely different."
I laughed. Michael and I had been skyping since 3am, since he couldn't sleep. "Somewhere between six foot three and six foot five. Last time I went to the doctor, anyway. I don't keep track of my growth."
"Damn, you're tall. That's not fair." Michael pouted before just smiling.
"And why isn't that fair?" I asked, shifting positions so my laptop was on my chest as I laid on my small bunk.
"Because I'm only five foot eight! And we ever meet, that means I'll have to get on my tiptoes." Michael said.
I raised my eyebrows. "What would you get on your tiptoes for?"
"I, um... To get a picture with you, of course." Michael said and blushed.
I laughed. "I could just bend down, you know."