He felt a sense of calm when Sora reached across the table to gently lay a hand on his forearm. Was there any chance that she liked him too? Sora must have noticed the slip because she quickly snatched her hand back and cleared her throat.
Rising from her seat, she put on a stern expression and nodded to him. “It was nice chatting with you, Harry,” she began in a quiet voice. “I'll be sure to keep you informed as to how Claire is progressing with her studies.”
“Yeah…That'd be great.”
As he watched her go, Harry was left with a nagging sense of guilt. What in God's name was he doing? Teachers had professional standards to maintain, no different from police officers. And he was a middle-aged man, not some love-struck teenager. He was going to have to keep those feelings in check.
Sadly,
