Just One More Night

Chapter 7

Eliza's POV

I watched Harry at his work and he started to clean up his station and welcomed the next guy for his shift.

He grabbed his phone from under the counter and fixed his hair with his hand. He then looked towards me and smiled.

He walked to where I was and sat down across from me. He had a very mysterious expression on his face, very different than the one before.

"Hey," he said smiling.

"Hi," I said and giggled.

"So is this the time you usually get off?" I asked and he shifted in his chair.

"Yeah, why?" He asked and smirked at me.

I nervously fixed my hair behind my ear which I wasn't used to. He made me nervous almost shy.

"I was just wondering," I said and looked back up at him.

He had a bright smile on his face which showed his white teeth perfectly in place.

His dimples dug in deeply and wrinkles from his smile reached to his green eyes.

He watched me observe him and returned my behavior.

"What?" I asked him and he shrugged and set his phone on the table.

"You're just very pretty," he said and fixed the collar of his shirt.

"So are you," I said and laughed at myself. He grinned and looked out towards the window and it was lightly raining.

"So tell me about yourself, Harry right?" I asked and he smiled.

"Yeah and well, um, there's not really much. But, I work at a coffee shop and I have a few tattoos," he said and rolled up his sleeve.

"A few?" I asked and he laughed.

"This one is probably my favorite," he said and pointed to a symbol at the part of his inner arm by the elbow.

"What does that mean?" I asked and he rolled down his sleeve.

"Its for my mom, it's a symbol of humbleness," he said and smiled to himself.

"That's sweet, how come? If that's alright to ask," I asked and awaited for his response.

His smile came to a frown and he blinked his eyes a few times fast.

"She died last winter," he said and looked at his hands.

"Harry I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked," I said and put my hand on his.

"No it's fine. It's good, I haven't talked much about her after I got the tattoo," he said and his lip trembled slightly.

"Let's just forget about that," he said and forced a smile on his face. He gently squeezed my hand and I returned it back to my lap.

"Well since we are talking about moms," he said and took a deep breath and looked back up at me, "What's your mom like?"

"She isn't like anything, well I have hardly no contact with her. She got into a lot of things when my sister and I were growing up. My sister was the one who raised me," I said to him. A part of me resisted to come out of my mouth. And you know what that is.

"At least you have your sister," he said and gave me a comforting smile.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said and looked out the window. The rain had stopped and I looked back at Harry.

"I better be heading home now," I said and started to get up.

His hand then touched mine, "I'll give you a ride."

"Are you sure, I just live down there," I said pointing out of the window.

"I insist," he said and smiled warmly.

"Okay, thank you," I said and he walked out of the coffee shop with me.