Harris was quiet as I started to drive, passing through familiar lanes to the other side of the town. His face was turned slightly as he kept gazing outside. He made no crude remarks about me— a girl driving a car. He didn't made me feel bad about anything. He kept my secret with him, safe, atleast I hope he did. He was different from others. Quiet, serious yet charming. He was bewitching.
There was several things I heard about Harris', some good and some bad. But then I've heard things about myself too, worse than I actually did. People often thought I was a spoiled brat, rich and mannerless. But Harris, he was disparate— one of his own kind.
"Do you mind the radio?" I asked him, making him to turn as looked at me. I almost forgot how impressive his dark gaze were. Almost like a spell
