Seeing the look on Harold's face, Ronan became curious. He'd heard from Janice that there used to be quite a few who had sent love letters to Harold, but none of them caught his fancy. He must've had high standards.
"Spotted someone you fancy?" Ronan asked, his gaze sharp and knowing.
"She just walked past downstairs."
"Isn't that fate?" Ronan teased.
"Let's hope so," Harold replied.
"Is this girl someone you met in undergrad or grad school?" Ronan asked while helping Callum with his food. Perhaps seeing Cordelia today had suddenly made Ronan interested in other people's love lives.
"Um… she just came to our school." Harold was still engrossed in the sight of her walking past downstairs, his head lowered.
"A freshman? Or a grad student who just transferred?" Ronan persisted.
"Mr. Evans, are you prying on behalf of my mom? I'll let her know when there's something to tell."
"I'm just personally interested. Is that not allowed?"
Harold chuckled. "Of course it is."
With that smile, no women could resist Harold. Ronan couldn't help but sigh. He was getting old. Indeed, out with the old, in with the new.
As Ronan was deep in thought, his phone rang. It was Emerson. He knew what Emerson was about to say, but he answered anyway.
"She didn't go," Emerson said.
"I know."
"You know?" Emerson sounded confused.
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