When Leah wakes up the next morning, she finds Harold sitting on her bed, looking at her face like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Sir, what are you doing here?," She demands, displeased with his behavior.
Harold doesn't reply. Instead, he continues looking intently at her.
"Sir, don't stare at me like that, it is rude."
Harold's eyes twinkle in amusement.
She is really cute.
"Good morning to you too," he mocks, making Leah glare at him. "And please, stop calling me 'sir'. My name is Harold. You can call me Harry if you like."
'He is talking as if we are friends,' Leah thinks disapprovingly.
After all, they only met yesterday, and he seems not to be in the same social status as her, so there is no way they are going to treat each other as friends. Leah is so used to
