Harley's POV
"Talk, Glen," I said seriously once I stood in front of him, and that seemed to shock him because he widened his eyes.
"Harley," he called softly.
"I said, 'Talk, Glen.' I really don't want to stand here all day," I said honestly.
"Glen? You really think I'm him?" he asked with a raised brow.
Was he messing around at such a moment? He really was the worst.
"It seems you have nothing serious to say," I answered, and I was about to turn when he grabbed my hand.
I instantly pulled my hand away. Although the tingles felt nice, I found his touch repulsive.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grab your hand without permission. I just didn't want you to leave me here. Um... I don't know if you remember, but we met at the office. That time I was about to fall and lose my balance, bu
