A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH WITH tomato soup was exactly what I needed. I broke the sandwich up into pieces and grabbed one of the pieces, dipping it into the soup. Harry watched from the other side of the table and he began to do the same thing with his sandwich and soup. I had ordered my food first and Harry decided he was going to get the same thing. I did not complain or bother to call him a copycat. He was paying, after all, and he had paid for our coffee earlier. I was not going to be rude to him because of that. However, if he started being rude to me, I would throw the bullet right back at him.
"We have less than half an hour to get back to work."
"Okay," I nodded my head. "Are you trying to say we need to go now? I haven't quite finished my meal and—"
"No, but we should be finishing up soon. I have to take you back to your car."
I frowned slightly. I had completely forgotten Harry drove me here. My car was all the way back at where we had coffee and I did not feel like going back to it. I did not mind if Harry drove me to work and then back to my car after we both got off this evening. Unfortunately, I did not feel like bothering Harry. As much as he bothered me, I wanted to keep this lunch drama free. So far, I was doing an outstanding job at keeping it that way. Harry made a few comments every now and then but I chose to ignore them. In fact, at one point, I had blocked him out. I was unable to hear a single word coming out of his mouth. I decided to hear what he had to say sometime after the waiter brought us our food.
As Harry ate, I stared at the tattoos on his wrists and hands. There was a cross between his thumb and index finger. It was the first tattoo to catch my attention. My eyes moved from his hands to his wrists and I examined each and every tattoo. Words were tattooed along his wrist but it was hard for me to read them seeing as how they were upside down and Harry kept moving. There were little images on his wrists and I wondered what made him want to get them. He had a padlock, a key, the Aquarius symbol and a shamrock. There was one more but he kept moving. It was a very light tattoo and from where I was sitting, it looked like numbers.
His phone beeped multiple times during our little get-together but he had not picked it up once to see what was going on. I wanted to ask him if everything was all right but he seemed fine. If something of importance was going on, he would have picked up his phone to see who was sending him these multiple texts. That was if someone was even trying to communicate with him. He could have been receiving notifications from a game or something. Did Harry even play games on his phone?
He groaned, "I find it quite odd how there are two people having lunch together but neither one of them is conversing with the other. This is a very awkward lunch date, Sydney."
"What are you talking about? This isn't a lunch date—"
"I'm kidding," he sighed and then suddenly smiled. "How old are you? You look sixteen."
"Then I guess I'm sixteen."
"Are you seriously sixteen?"
"No, I'm sixty-one. Don't I look good for my age?"
"You just switched the numbers around. I'm no fool."
"Well, how old are you?"
"I asked you first."
"I'm twenty-one," I sighed.
"You look like a baby."
"You look like an old man."
"Thanks. Like, I try so hard to look this way."
"How old are you, then? If you're such an old man?"
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Candles
Fanfic[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
