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Chapter Seven

"What's the idea Amber?" Harley looks as confused as I did an hour ago, when he was the one with the idea.

"I'm starving! Last I ate was lunch at school" I plead with him, jutting out my bottom lip. Into a childish pout, something I've picked up from Leo to get my way. His eyes search the empty streets surrounding us as he ponders the idea.

"I guess we could stop at Murphy's" nope, I've had enough of that place for today.

"Or... I know a place that isn't filled with big scary bikers" he laughs a little. I snatch the helmet from his large hand. I hadn't paid attention to his hands before; they're big, man hands with scars littered all over them. I'm dying to ask about the scar's stories, but instead push the idea to the back of my mind, shoot him a sneaky smile and jump on the back of the gorgeous bike. I can't believe I'm even in the vicinity of this motorcycle, not just because of my father's rules, but because just the idea of a bike like this has me melting into a puddle on the floor.

"Where we headed"

"Addersfield Square" his lip quirks into a sneer for just a second, most likely at the idea of the North side of town, because that's exactly the face I made when I was told I had to go to the South side for the day. I push his helmet on to my head, causing more helmet hair for me to fix later. My chest leans forward on to Harley's back, my hands surround him and just as they latch to each other, he kicks off on to the roads.

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I recognise the familiar buildings, pathways and monuments that make up Addersfield square, and the bike slows so that it's able to safely wind down the smaller roads. The ride becomes bumpy as we hit the paved flooring that lines the strip of stores and restaurants. Over the purring engine I tell Harley to stop, he must've heard me because he parks us in the almost empty street.

Since the sun is long gone, the only light source we have is from the line of streetlights above us and the random stores dotted around us that still have their lights left on for the few customers they might meet during the night. Every now and then I see another person walking by, most of them wrapped tight in a coat with their head down, rushing home. Maybe that's where I should be right now... home. But milkshakes.

"So, where are we eating" Harley looks about the centre of town as he climbs off of his shiny red motorcycle and pulls out the key, making sure to zip up the jacket pocket he shoves it into. He's definitely built his walls up once again since we drove into the square. His eyes have their cold film glazed over them and his lips are pressed tightly together, not leaving any room for a smile.

"It's just down the street"

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After a two-minute walk of me, too awkward to say anything that comes to mind and Harley who seems to find the silence comfortable beside me with his hand hidden in his pockets, most likely for warmth.

I come to a stop in front of the glass doors, radiating a white light from inside and a neon blue light from the sign hung above us. "Andy's Diner?" Harley pronounces the glowing blue sign aloud and looks down at me, confusion overtaking his face.

"Been before?"

"Do I look like someone that belongs in a place like this?" he gestures to himself, moving his hands that're still in his pockets to show off his jacket. Naturally my I eye his body up and down. His jacket... scary, maybe it's the red thread, it reminds me of blood. The word 'malevolent' sewn in big writing on his back... scary. But the silver cross hanging on his neck... not so scary. His jade green eyes, his plump pink lips, not scary at all.

"Well do I  look like I belong in a biker bar?" his eyes scan up and down my outfit, I quickly regret drawing attention to it, feeling uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze. I've been told by my friends and perhaps anyone I've ever met that I dress like a child, I can't disagree. I'm usually in pastel coloured skirt almost always paired with knee high socks. Today is different, with my leather skirt and black bodysuit. I've just realised I'm clashing leather on leather with my skirt and jacket, but I suppose they're different colours.