The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, so Isabella Weaver had no choice but to speak to ease the tension: "Why are you driving today, where's Connor?"
"Why, do you want a third wheel on our date?"
Da… date?!
Isabella Weaver wanted to rewind back a minute, she shouldn't have said anything, speaking only made it more ambiguous.
Harry Hunter chuckled softly; the little girl was really thin-skinned, still essentially a child. She looked so mature and independent, yet she still had the shyness and tenderness typical of girls her age, making him feel inexplicably joyful just by her presence.
It's just that he wasn't really good at chatting, and Isabella Weaver had a hard time finding topics to talk with him.
They drove all the way to Wayne University, where Isabella Weaver studied, and Harry Hunter drove straight onto the campus.
