Harry Shaw, the man of her fantasies, was standing in front of her again. And this time, he wasn't coming out of obligation. He had actually accepted her invitation for coffee. “Hi.” Cora tucked an errant tendril of her strawberry hair behind her ear at least three times. It kept springing back into place, framing her cheek. “Hello there.” When he saw her approaching, Harry flicked his cigarette on the sidewalk and crushed it beneath his boot. Cora wasn't too crazy about his smoking habit, but it was something she could learn to tolerate. “It's good to see you again.” It's good to see you again. It's good to see you again. It's good to see you again. His words resounded in her head like an echo. She felt like she was living in a dream. “I'm glad you decided to come.” “Yeah. Of course.” Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and smiled at her. “So, where are we going?” “Um...
