Yellow.

twenty six.

On Wednesdays, We Read Yellow.

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"Harry, are you angry?"

"Y-Yes, y-yes very...very angry Iman,"

Iman drags her eyebrows together, puckering her lips and intensively staring at the pouty man, who is trying his hardest to look away. The two of them are standing in the middle of his kitchen, respective mugs placed on the slabs and appearing all ready to have a relaxing evening. Harry is upset because Iman is not allowing him have an attempt at baking them cupcakes. She is not ready to risk anything, and he is certain he is doing well in baking now.

"Oh?" she playfully pouts and moves closer to him. "So, why is Harry angry now?"

"H-Harry...wants...wants to bake cup-cupcake for us," he speaks, still keeping his frown and trying to sound serious.

"No Harry, you said you are not sure if you can bake well, and we cannot risk it," Iman says, softly.

"T-Try! H-Harry wants to t-try, no?" Harry puffs up his cheeks.

"How about we bake together another time?" she suggests, foldings in her hands and smiling at him

Harry pauses to reason on her idea, it sounds nice and he can work with that. It actually means that Iman is implying on them spending time together again, and that sounds rather exciting because it gives him a little more hope. A soft smile forms on the corners of his mouth, and he quickly bites down his lip, trying hard to suppress a giggle from escaping him.

"Iman....Iman saying...s-saying another...another time, so yeah...yeah hang out...a-again with H-Harry no?" he answers, nervously.

"Yes, I would love to spend more and more time with you, and of course, Myra as well. You know Myra wants me to play her cards with her, I owe her one," Iman replies, looking up at him and smiling.

A genuine flame burns in her heart for this man, and she is unable to explain how she flutters at just his sight. It cannot possibly for a short period of time, because that would be unfair to have your heart crave someone so bad for just a short time. Maybe with time, she will be able to find the right words and tell Harry everything about her feelings, without thinking of the result. It does not matter anymore.

"Thank you...H-Harry says...says thanks!" Harry flushes hazy pink.

"So, what can we do today?" she asks, gently stroking the side of his hair and staring at him.

"Uh...Uh...f-fort, blan-blanket fort?" he asks, a bit unsure.

"You want us to build a fort? That sounds amazing oh my days, yes!" Iman happily gasps, picking up her mug and taking a little sip from her tea.

"H-Harry needs...needs help and...and time! So...Iman...can...can help please?" Harry asks, staring at the mug and gently blinking.

There is a pause from Iman, noticing how his eyes are delicately planted on the mug and wondering if she can try a little test on how his visuals work. Iman slowly pulls the mug from her lips, watching Harry's blank eyes follow the mug and she pauses with a devious smile. Harry does not understand why the mug is basically hanging but his eyes are fixed on it, and it better move sooner than later.

"Whatchu looking at babe hmn?" Iman hums, slowly moving the mug side to side, and smiling.

Harry parts his lips, following the patterned ceramic and trying to mentally make it stay still. He is clearly hooked and confused because mugs are supposed to be still. It does not click that Iman is teasing him, and It may not click until she stops. That's just how he happens to be.