This is the first crush I watched develop in slow motion. He was a distant, untouchable ghost who didn’t seem to appreciate anything I did. Then something broke. We spoke about his boat, his wife, and our cases, and we couldn’t stop smiling. Perhaps his heart was melted when I asked about his boat, or maybe he was delighted to discover that I speak his native language. Ever since then it seems we’ve had a particular empathy for each other. I could already taste the forbidden fruit when he casually brushed his hand against my neck and shoulder in court.