Grace Notes

Chapter 34

Lola's POV-

Harry had to go back into the studio the next day, but I decided to sit this one out. After all, there were things to be done, like for example running errands. We were running out of food, and so was Atti. 

I drove Harry to the studio in my car and dropped him off. 

"Send me a list of anything we might need" I said as he climbed out.

"Just get cat food, drinks, and quick dinners" after shutting the door, he ducked his head back into the car through the open window.

"Drinks?" I repeated.

"Wine, anything like that" he smiled, pushing his glasses up further onto his nose. "Whatever you like"

"Fine" I rolled my eyes. "Hey, are we going to karaoke tonight?"

"We can" he nodded. 

"Perfect. Good luck on the recording" I beamed.

"Good luck on the errand running" he leaned forward, and I met his lips, accepting the quick kiss.

"Knock their socks off" I added.

"I plan to" he gave me a thumbs up.

I watched as he jogged up to the glass doors, his notebook of lyrics and ideas in his hands. Taking a deep sigh, I put the car into drive and headed to the square. 

Los Angeles was a hard place to find parking. That's why I mostly just decided to walk. And none of the few spaces that might be available were free. It took me about twenty minutes to find a parking space somewhat close to the market, and when I spotted that meter, I whipped my Toyota into a pretty awful parallel position.

I never trusted myself between two vehicles. 

I gathered my things, along with a handful of change and inserted the coins into the meter, then took the five minute walk to the store. 

Upon entering, I grabbed a cart and pushed it through the second set of doors, the smell of fresh bread and cheeses filling my nose. 

I pushed my cart all the way to the back where they had the alcoholic beverages. I found some wine that was somewhat cheap and put a couple bottles in the cart, along with a case of White Claw's and Corona for something light. Then I went and grabbed the cat food since that wasn't far away. I kind of worked myself back towards the front, grabbing ingredients for pasta, some frozen pizzas, some sliced meat and cheese, and some bread for sandwiches. I tried to think if there was anything else, although nothing came to mind. So I checked out and loaded the stuff up into the car.

Obviously, though, there was still so much time to kill. I decided to walk to the Beachwood Café and grab a cup of coffee, maybe stroll around a little. 

It took me another ten minutes to get to the tiny café, but when the scents of espresso and spices filled up my lungs, there was definitely no regrets. 

Emily broke out into a grin when she saw me, throwing her arms up into a fairly dramatic wave. I swear she was a theater kid.

"What's up, Lola?!" she cried. "It's been a hot minute!"

"Things have been busy" I responded, going up to the counter.

"Yeah, what's new, Girl?"

"My boyfriend got the job of his dreams" I leaned against the marble.

"Harry finally got it?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." my voice trailed off.

"That man has been talking about it since the first day he walked in here" she shook her head. "I'm sure you're quite proud"