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Chapter 26

Everybody told me love was blind
Then I saw your face and you blew my mind.
Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time.

— Lana Del Rey, Lucky Ones

. . . .

After we left the bridge, we drove to a small diner a little way out of town. A little old woman with a short gray perm is stood behind the counter handing a man in his thirties and his young daughter their food.

Harry and I are escorted by a girl maybe a year younger than me to a booth at the side of the restaurant, and we both take the seat across from each other. The girl asks us what we'd like to drink then scurries off to put the order in.

"You know, I would've paid for a nicer place to eat," he leans back in the booth and scans over the menu.

"No. I would rather eat here than some five-star restaurant that serves baby-sized portions," I answer, looking at the veggie burger option. "Plus, I like the vintage look to the place, and I love history."

"What about English?" He grins and leans his chin on his palm.

"I just like the teacher."

"He's pretty good-looking, right?" His eyes shine from the natural light coming in from the windows.

"He's alright." He's drop-dead gorgeous. "I'm only with him for his big, fat-"

I'm interrupted mid-sentence by the same petite girl that asked for our drink orders. She sits my water and Harry's Pepsi in front of him. I think she may have heard me because when I look up at her, a light pink blush is dusted across her cheeks.

 Harry and I put in our orders for our meals, then she scampers away—probably wanting to get away from me as quickly as possible. As soon as she's out of earshot, Harry bursts into loud snickers, making my cheeks burn from the blood rushing to them.

"Are you done?"

"Almost." He coughs into his hand, shaking his head. He stands from his seat, saying, "I'll be right back. I'm going to use the restroom."

Minutes later, the young brunette waitress strolls back over with a brown tray with our food on it. She sets my plate with the veggie burger and fries in front of me and my mouth fills with saliva.

"Here's yours," she says with a small smile. "And here's your friend's."

I wish I could simply consider him a friend. With this back and forth attitude he has towards me, 'friend' is not a word I would use to describe our relationship.

"Enjoy your meal, ma'am." Then she strolls back to the counter to clean up the dirty plates.

"Damn." Harry slides back into his side of the booth and unwraps his utensils, draping the napkin over his lap.

We start eating and talk about our days along with other minuscule topics. A few bites into our meal, we order vanilla milkshakes, and a few minutes later, the waitress brings them back. 

I take a sip of the milkshake and the left corner of his mouth extends. 

"That looks like cum on your lip." 

"Ew, Harry." 

"Don't shoot the messenger." 

"I will when he's being gross," I respond sarcastically. 

Our conversation throughout the meal is light and we joke around with one another. It reminds me of the day he made that picnic in his livingroom. It's making my heart swell up even more.