I fell into my normal chair in front of Leslie’s desk as she eyed me skeptically. I had a good feeling of what she was talking about, but I wasn’t in the mood to give her any indication of what was really going on, especially with the subject matter of our little impromptu unplanned parenthood meeting in the back of my head. “What are you talkin’ about?” She stood up, rubbing a hand on her chin as she walked to my side of the desk. I watched her approach until she eventually stood right in front of me and tilted my chin with her hand to get a better look at my face. She appeared amused as she said, “Oh my God. Ohhhhhh my God.” Naturally I thought something else was wrong, replying with a concerned, “What, Leslie? What is it?” She took a step back, looking at me with amazement. “You! You’re… in love. Bryson Harris has fallen in love!
