February comes along nicely. Things are different between Harlan and me. Better. The way he was at the gala, full of smiles, and even laughing... he hasn't shied away from me at all after accidentally telling me that I've essentially bewitched him against his will. On the contrary, he was a complete gentleman at the event. Even though we couldn't act like we were together, it still felt like a date.
Our first date.
It certainly ended the way any good date should.
Looking down at my desk, I smile at the memory. It is Friday afternoon, and I am in class, a class not taught by Harlan. It has been nearly a week since the gala. I haven't seen him much this week, save for my classes with him. Apparently, there is more family drama that he is dealing with privately. But even so, this time arou
