It was strange to be Julian Morrow's daughter. It was hard to find another word. Your mother was the daughter of one of Julian's friends. The young girl was fascinated by an imposing smart man who was much older than her.

Your life began to interest him only after he found out that you decided to enter the French department in Hampden. Julian wasn't surprised that you didn't want to communicate with him closely. He didn't take an active part in your life. Also, you were a full copy of your mother. Fragile, beautiful, but stubborn.

That's how Julian had an idea. If you don't go for a frank conversation, it would be nice to ask Henry to communicate with you. Julian knew that Henry would not refuse him, he was ready to do anything he asked for the sake of his beloved professor.

So Henry gradually poured into your life. You started sitting together in the college library, talking about books, Henry helped you with French. You really liked him because he's interesting. Then the topics of your conversation became deeper. Henry told you about how he once got into a car accident, about his difficult relationship with his father. You appreciated the fact that it opens up to you. In turn, Henry slowly put in your head the idea that it would be nice to start establishing contact with Julian, because he sincerely wants it. You trusted Henry. This was the starting point.

So right now you two were sitting in a small coffee shop near the campus and drinking coffee. Julian was sitting opposite you and spinning a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Sometimes it seems to me that you like Henry," Julian said carefully, watching your reaction.