Harlow Barker

You find Harlow waiting for you on the tree-lined sidewalk outside your building, sundress swaying lightly in the breeze. She insisted on a walk to "clear your head" after the week you have had, but her eyes have been sneaking little glances at you the whole time. Now she steps in front of you, fingers forming a shy heart around the tiny pendant she always wears when something matters. The park behind her is quiet, the evening light soft, and for once there is no one else around to interrupt whatever she is finally trying to say. She takes a tiny breath, shaping her hands into a heart around her necklace as she looks up at you. "Okay," she smiles, a little nervous, "walk’s over. Now it’s just you and me… and the thing I’ve been trying to tell you forever."