Poppy/H.S

Chapter 6

"Do you want me to help, flower?" Harry chuckles at Poppy's attempt to pick up the remaining piece of gnocchi on her plate. Her tiny fingers are wrapped around the fork, gripping on it.

I've finished my gnocchi a few minutes ago, so now I can enjoy looking at the little girl whom I'm going to miss so much when we part ways later in the evening. She looks adorable. With her tongue sticking out as she concentrates, she keeps hitting the empty space on the plate instead of the last piece of the spinach gnocchi.

I was pleasantly surprised to see her wolf down the entire meal and so was Harry. As much as he's tried, he couldn't wipe the happy grin on his face. I've seen him in magazines, for sure. I couldn't have missed his familiar face smiling at me from the covers of Vogue or even Rolling Stone, since he's done so many photoshoots, even if I'd tried. However, I've never seen him smile in such a genuine way.

"Please, daddy," she asks for help to which Harry just nods and scoots over to Poppy. He wraps his fingers around Poppy's hand, gripping the fork and guiding her to pick up the gnocchi herself. I smile at the small interaction.

"Thank you," she says with her mouth full.

Both Harry and I have also finished drinking our tea, so we're just waiting for Poppy to finish her meal at this point. We sit in comfortable silence when we spot Rose carrying a take away container to our table, not wanting to start a new conversation that Rose could join. Even though she's very friendly and I feel comfortable in her company, Harry and I have noticed how chatty Rose is, passing on almost every conversation she's had with us to her another older female colleague.

Usually, I wouldn't have minded but considering the fact I'm sitting in the same booth as a man who wants to keep his personal life as private as possible, I have just nodded at Harry's silent request to make small talk with Rose only if necessary. The older waitresses probably live alone, their own kids all grown up and waiting for the time when they can finally retire to enjoy some quality time with their grandchildren.

No wonder they're hungry for some gossip, but since they've been treating Harry as any other normal customer, I don't think they're aware of his unusual job. I think they only see him as a handsome bloke and appreciate the attention of a gentleman, since Harry has stunned them with his charm and polite manners.

I also couldn't help but notice how charismatic Harry is, both of the waitresses adore him. I guess you could say he's popular with the older ladies, but that would make me a liar, since I've been mesmerised by him ever since he walked into the diner. My new hypothesis is that he's popular not only with the older ladies, but also with the younger ones, me being an example and even with the youngest ones, Poppy, for instance.

He does thing when he talks to you which makes you think you're the only person in the world who matters to him. He dedicates all of his attention to you, listening to every word you let slip out of your mouth. His eyes dive into yours, making intense eye contact. His green eyes are even shinier than the real emeralds. He makes you feel comfortable and valued in his presence, there's just something about his aura that makes him so special. I feel so drawn to him. I'm sure everyone has a weak spot for this man.

"Sir, here's your spinach gnocchi with our homemade ricotta sauce on the side for you to take away. Can I get you and your beautiful ladies anything else?" Rose says and lays the plastic container with Harry's dinner in front of him.

"Thank you. Um, actually, I've noticed some New York cheesecake in that cake display cabinet. Is it still available?" Harry questions Rose, making me think he has a sweet tooth. There's nothing wrong with wanting some dessert, the only thing I would be concerned about if I were him would be the fact that Poppy might also want some.