Chapter 12

• **** HARRISON P.O.V ****
• "Here we are. My little place to live. I smiled when she said it. "That really is great. Your residence is magnificent. I said something, and he or she looked at me. "You really think that?" She asked, and I said yes. "Of course, I do assume so. It's lovely. It wouldn't be big until it was also beautiful." I said something, and he or she agreed. "I really care about you." She said something, and I looked at her. "What?" I requested. "Oh, it's not what you think any longer. I meant to say that I love your personality and how you think. It really is amazing." She said, and I agreed with her. "Thanks. And neither are you bad.
• You made me feel welcome as if you had met me before. I really do know that about you." As she opened the door, I said. "Really? Well, no one has ever liked me more than my dead mother." She said it, and I felt bad again. "I feel terrible." I said it, and he or she smiled and nodded. "I could be okay. So, that's where I live." She said that she was rolling and spreading her arms. "The inside seems to be bigger. You live here by yourself?" I asked, and he or she said "yes."