I never expected to run into my high school teacher, Mr. Harper, at a farmers’
market years later. Back in school, he was the “cool” teacher—fun
energetic, and always encouraging. He once told me I had a sharp mind and
suggested I consider law school, but I shrugged it off. Eight years later, I
was back in my hometown when I bumped into him. Only now, he was Leo, no longer Mr. Harper. We caught up,
sharing stories of our lives. I mentioned my dream of opening a business,
and he encouraged me to pursue it. Our friendship blossomed, and over
time, I realized the age gap didn’t matter. One evening, after several dates, Leo leaned in and hinted
at having “ulterior motives.” Our connection grew,
