Over the next couple months I see Harry more and more. He began to meet me at the elevator, somehow just having a knack for knowing what time I'd arrive every morning, and escort me to my desk before heading into his father's office. It was really sweet and Gwen was constantly teasing me for it.

I was staring at my monitor, transfixed at the invitation I'd relieved moments ago.

*snap!* I snap out of my stupor to see Gwen waving a hand in front of my face and snapping her fingers to get my attention.

"Yes Gwen?" I say innocently, smiling sheepishly at her.

She rolled her eyes, "Did you receive the invitation too? To the annual Oscorp Benefit?"

"Yeah, you too?" I grin up at her, "You know what this means?"

She giggles, "Yes!"

"Shopping!" we giggle in unison. I loved to go shopping with Gwen, she had immpecable taste. Almost as good as my own.

"Okay, how about after work we head downtown to the mall? Sound good?"

I laugh at her eagerness, "Sounds good Gwen."

"OOH, I've got to go." she gives me a teasing look and whispers, "Have fun with your secret admirer." I roll my eyes at her, while she turns to go back to her own desk.

I shake my head and pull up the files Mr. Osborn was currently looking for.

A shadow covers my desk and I look back up, expecting Gwen to be back only to see Harry in front of my desk.

"Hello Harry." I offer a small smile, why do I always get nervous around him?

"Hi Felicia." I breath and she looks down slightly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks and suddenly I'm nervous instead of just mesmerized.

"Um, uh-" I try to begin my sentence, "Would you, uhm. Never-mind." I mutter out, losing my nerve just as suddenly.

"What is it Harry?" she looks back up, her face innocent and expectant.

"Um." I rub my neck in an attempt to calm down I take a deep breath. I shake my head, "Never-mind." I turn to walk away but she's gotten up and is in front of me, her hand on my chest effectively stopping me in my tracks.

He's so close to me I can feel his breath hot on my face, he smelled of mint and leather. I looked into his face after pausing for a moment, "What is it Harry? You can tell me." I offer what I hope comes off as a reassuring smile.

He chuckles nervously, "Um." he still seems unsure for a moment before getting the courage to ask me.

"Would you go to the benefit with me?" he stumbles over his words so quietly I can barely make them out and I'm taken back for a few moments full of shock.

She seems shocked and I instantly regret asking, and shake my head and try to move past her.

"Yes." It's so quiet I barely hear it and my eyes snap back to hers which seem to be dancing with mischief.

"What?"

She giggles softy, "Yes Harry, I'll go to the benefit with you." I feel a grin stretch across my face as I hear her acceptance.

"You will?"

I giggle again at his astonishment that I accepted his offer, "Yes I will."

I lean in and kiss his cheek gently.

"Harry! I need you in here." Mr. Osborns voice carried from his office, pulling him out of our little bubble.

He looks at me and I can tell he is hesitant to go back right away, like he needs permission or something.

"Go." I urge, give him a small push on the shoulder in the direction of his father's office.

He keeps looking over his shoulder the whole way into his father's office.

I bite my lip gently as I turn and straighten out the last of the files I was asked to retrieve. I was not only formally invited to the benefit, but Harry asked me to attend with him. I can't stop the smile from tugging at my lips and am startled by Gwen's sudden appearance next to me.

"Hey Felicia. So?"

"So what?"

"Did he ask you?"

"Ask me what?"

She seems exasperated, like I'm supposed to know exactly what she's asking.

"To the benefit." she says it like it's obvious.

"Yes. Wait, how'd you-?"

"He's best friends with my boyfriend Peter. Of course he asked Peter for advice, and naturally Peter told me."

I hit her on the arm, just enough to feel it but not to bruise.

"OW! What was that for Felicia!?" she begins rubbing her arm like it seriously hurt, which it could have. Sometimes I don't know my own strength.

"And you didn't think to tell me? I looked like an idiot, just staring at him, bewildered that he'd ask me. Like a deer in the headlights!" I'm irritated, but I can never stay mad at her. After all, who else am I going to gossip, shop, and talk to? She's my best friend, she knows too much anyways.

"Because! It was supposed to be a surprise!" she laughs at me.