The next day, Harley made sure I followed her out. The quiet hum of the car filled the space as I glanced out the window, watching the streetlights blur past. Harley sat beside me, her energy buzzing as usual. We had been chatting about random things, but suddenly, she turned toward me, her expression thoughtful.
"You know," she began, her tone casual, "we've known each other for almost a year now, but you've never been inside my house."
I blinked, turning to look at her. "Really? I mean, I've seen it from the outside a couple of times. It's hard to miss."
Harley shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "That doesn't count. You can't judge a house by its walls. You've got to see it to really understand. Trust me, Isabelle, my family's place is something else."
I chuckled softly, not quite sure where this was going. "What are you saying? You want me to come over now?"
