Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Six

Harry pulls into the parking lot of a small French bistro. He parks near the door and pulls the keys out of ignition. "I think you'll like this place, it's pretty good." He unbuckles his seatbelt. I do the same and nod. "Looks lovely," I say, meaning it. The small stucco building is lined with red rose bushes and has a few tables out front. There are few cars in the lot and for that I'm thankful.

Harry leads me inside and the charm of the restaurant continues into the interior. Every wall is lined in beautiful paintings and each small table has beautiful orange flowers in the center. "Two, please," Harry tells the hostess. "Right this way," the tall brunette leads us to a two-seater towards the front windows.

I thank her and take my seat, as does Harry. "Do you come here often?" I ask, beginning to scan the small yet appealing menu. He shrugs. "Well, I haven't been here to long so...no. But I've been here once." I nod, lifting a cold glass of water to my lips, reminding myself that he's an exchanged student.

A young waiter with slicked black hair walks over to the table. "Are you two ready to order?" I nod and begin to order my meal when Harry interrupts me. "We'll share the Crépe au Fromage de Chévre." The waiter nods and walks away. Harry looks at me and I rise an eyebrow at him. He chuckles. "Trust me, you'll thank me later."

I do thank him. Whatever this dish is that Harry ordered oh so fluently is absolutely amazing. It's cheesy and delicious and whatever this red sauce is on top, is sensational. Wherever I go to eat with Harry, I always seem to have the best food, and the best time.

He laughs at me as I scarf down my plate. "Oh...sorry, it's really good," I wipe my mouth with the fancy white napkin. He nods,"I see that." I look away, embarrassed. "Hey," he grabs my hand like he has once before. "I like a woman with a good appetite." I playfully roll my eyes and fail at hiding a smile. He smiles brightly and returns his hand to his fork after softly squeezing mine.

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Harry's POV

She looks so beautiful across the table from me. I find myself getting slightly annoyed with the waiter whenever he comes to check up on us, as he is interrupting my admiration of Claire. She smiles politely and I do the same, but all I really want to do is tell him to get lost. "So, who's your favorite philosopher?" I break the silence with a question I know will spark conversation.

"By favorite, do you mean who I think was the greatest?" I shrug,"Sure." She takes a sip from her water. "Easy, Democritus." I playfully scratch my chin and raise a brow at her. "And why is that?" She smiles at me, lighting the happiness in the pit of my stomach. "Well for one thing, he did formulate an atomic theory of the universe." She smirks.

We spend the rest of our time at the bistro discussing philosophy, her arguing why Democritus was so great and me countering with my admiration for Confucius. This goes on until we realize that we have to make it back to campus for Grant's lecture. I pay the bill, and we both hurry out of the building, side by side.

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Claire's POV~

Harry and I walk into class a little late, and all eyes turn to us. I can hear whispers and I turn to Harry. He doesn't seem to be affected by the stares or snickers. I try to ignore it like he is, but it's not as easy as it looks.

We sit down in our usual seats. Harry pulls his seat closer to mine than usual and I smile to myself. I like this. I don't know what it is or what to call it, but I like it. Professor Grant gives us a confused glance and continues to speak about Thales. Harry leans into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, and whispers," I rank Thales before Democritus." I look at him and roll my eyes. He chuckles softly and turns back to our professor, and I find myself wishing he hadn't looked away.