Notorious »h.s«

Chapter 2

The place where I was meant to meet Harvey Sullivan wasn't as dark and brooding as I thought it would be. In fact it was just a small little cafe on the corner of a busy street.

Trust Parker to find a place like this.

I stood outside the cafe waiting for Mr Sullivan, fortunately I knew how he looked like as he was on the news

I remembered him being a plump man around his late fifties and his bald head. So, I was searching for someone with these traits.

I waited for about good ten minutes but then realised I should ask someone as he still wasn't here.

The first person that caught my attention was a young man about my age with brown hair. He looked as though he was searching for someone too.

Maybe he was from the rival newspaper, likely...

I went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hello sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you have seen a man around his fifties that goes by the name Mr Harvey Sullivan, I'm supposed to take an interview."

He turned to look at me with a really confused expression.

Dear god am I that bad at talking?

He was just staring at me and that was when I saw his eyes. They were cold, dark shade of green ... but being quickly concealed with his face full of amusement?

He started laughing

What?

"Excuse me for any inconvenience but, Mr Harvey Sullavan is the president of Ukraine, he was recently on the news about the conflict between Ukraine's neighbouring country." He smiled at me.

Eva you idiot! Note to self: actually LISTEN to the news!

"Yes, well Mr Parker sent me to interview someone by the initials of H.S." I said confused.

He was starting to look carelessly amused now, a small grin appearing on his face.

"Yes. Harry Styles. Detective Harry Styles. That's me, I assume that you were sent to interview me. Please make this quick, you've already wasted fifteen minutes of my time."

The smile had vanished as he talked with a now very stern look, directly at me.

The awkwardness began to set into the atmosphere.

I've probably made him uncomfortable.

"Well, now that that's cleared up-" He gestured to the cafe, "-shall we go in?"

I looked at him and went in without a word.

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"I'll have a quad grande, non fat, extra hot caramel macchiato.. upside down please." I asked the waiter serving us.

Quietly as it was, I caught Mr Styles snort and turned to stare him down once again.

He was really making me feel like shit, but he probably knows that.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's so funny about my order?" Anger rose in my voice.

"Well, what's the point in getting such long complicated orders that the workers here probably can't remember, when you can have normal coffee, which probably tastes just the same, maybe just a bit sweeter and less bitter." He stares at me, bored.

Woah, what's his problem?

I tried to argue but he cut me off.

"I mean, what the hell does it mean when you ordered it 'upside down'?"