Harper shifted nervously from foot to foot, unsure about what to do.

"Nonsense." Mom rolled her eyes and looked pointedly at Dad, as if reminding him to behave.

"So, it's set. Harper is coming over tonight for dinner." Mom said cheerfully.

"Thanks for the invite, Ana." Harper said while giving her a small smile.

"Now, off you go, otherwise you will be late for school." Mom waved at us.

We said our goodbyes and walked out the door. As soon as we stepped out of my house, my bag on my shoulder, Harper took my hand in his.

This hand holding thing was slowly becoming our thing. We would never...