The waitress came back with our food. Her name badge said 'Erica Nelson'. She was a pretty girl, with blonde hair, tied up in a tight bun. She had light blue eyes and a fair complexion. She saw Harry, smiled at him, flirtatiously. She giggled and said, 'Hey Sir Zack, it's our honor to have you here.'
At the name, Harry almost chocked.
'Hey, oh. Who's Zack?' He said.
'You're not prince Zack?' She asked in confusion.
'No way, ma'am. He has dark brown hair. I have light brown curls.' He told her, grinning.
'Oh, I'm extremely sorry.' She suddenly changed her attitude.
'Not a problem!' He said, with a smile.
She placed the food in front of us.
'That was funny!' I laughed as the waitress left.
'Not so much.' He said, rolling his eyes.
'She was flirtatious.' I told him.
'No fucks given.' He said.
We got started with the food.
'Uh, Em?' Harry said.
'Yes?' I asked.
'You told me you are poor. But how does your dad manage to pay for your school fee?' He asked me.
'I don't get it. I know it's expensive.' I said.
'What if-' He said but stopped in the mid sentence.
'If what, Harry?' I asked.
'What if I ask my dad to pay your fee, too?' He asked.
This embarrassed me. I know he didn't mean to hurt me but it hurt.
'No freaking way.' I said, shortly, avoiding his eyes.
'Why not?' He asked.
'Never. Let's talk about something else.' I said.
'Okay, I'm sorry.' He mumbled.
'Hey, Harr. I want to meet your parents.' I said.
'You will, someday, love.' He said, smiling.
I didn't want to respond to this.
We quickly finished the food and got out of the restaurant.
'You liked the food?' He asked.
'It was divine!' I said, getting in the car.
'My grandma loved this food.' He sighed.
' 'Loved' ?' I asked.
'She died of cancer last year.' He told me, his eyes teary.
'Oh, I'm sorry.' I said.
He smiled.
'What tumor she had?' I asked.
'Brain tumor.' He answered, not looking at me. 'It's our family history.'
'The tumors?' I asked.
'Yes, one individual of every generation of our family has cancer. My grandma had it, my dad's brother has it.' He told me.
'Oh, does he get treated?' I asked.
'Of course! He has America's best doctors.' He chuckled.
'Ah.' I sighed.
I didn't have money, but I had health, peace, happiness. Which he didn't have.
'Let's change the topic, man.' He said.
'Okay!' I laughed...
