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Violet.

"Yeah," I gulped, "just one."

My mum winked at me before speaking.

"I would love to hear the details, but right now I need some help with dinner." My mum told me, hinting for me to give her some help.

She lead me to the kitchen, and grabbed a few things out of the refrigerator.

"Do you want to make the cheesecake?"

I nodded in response, as she handed me the ingredients.

A good half hour went by as I made the crust, and was currently working on the middle. I can't remember the last time that I've had cheesecake, or dessert in general. I've restricted a lot, and it's probably been a good six months since I've had anything high-calorie.

My mum took a look at the work I had done, hopefully impressed.

"Oh my god that looks delicious, Vi. Nice work." She smiled.

I smiled back.

"Why don't you help me set the table, yeah?"

I grabbed two plates and silver ware, and set them down carefully, dodging a few stacked items. Our dining room was still packed full of boxes.

I heard the doorbell ring, right as I was about to sit down beside my mum.

"Do you wanna get that?"

I mentally groaned as I made my way over to the door. I grabbed the cold handle and pulled it open to see the familiar boy with messy curls, and black jeans.

"Harry?"

"Violet? I didn't know you are the new home owner."

"Yeah, my mum and I moved in a few days ago."

"Well that's great," he mumbled an 'um' a bit awkwardly, "my mum wanted me to bring you this bread. You know, as a welcome to the neighborhood."

He handed me the warm pan.

"Thanks, we appreciate it." I gave him a small smile.

He ran his fingers through his hair. Trying to take my eyes away from the beautiful sight, I tried to make a conversation. To make it comfortable like it had been earlier.

"So you live in this neighborhood?"

"Yeah, just right down the street actually."

Before I could respond, my mum interrupted.

"Violet, who's at the door?" I wanted to face palm.

She made her way towards us.

"Who are you?" She asked politely.

"I'm Harry. My mum, sister and I live right down the street."

"Oh, well nice to meet you." She shook his hand.

"You too," he looked around a bit uncomfortably, "well I should get going it looks like you two are busy."

"Thank you for the bread-"

"No not at all," she chirped, "why don't you join us for supper? I mean if you want to."

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to intrude-"

"No absolutely not, why don't you be our first guest?"

"Okay then." He smiled.

I wanted to hide my face into a pillow. How embarrassing.