Harley knew she was glowing but couldn't help it. Her family never understood her like this stranger did. He got the passion and the struggle and the misunderstanding and the joy. Then a thought struck her and she smiled. "You know, you still haven't told me who you are." She smiled at him before picking up her drink and playfully chewing on the straw. Sure she knew she was playing with fire, but what harm? He was a stranger who would leave and never see her again. There was no shame in a little light flirting with someone who actually understood her. Was there?