A/N - Video Killed the Radio Star at the side and P.S. I know it's not Harry's favorite song in real life, but shh I can do what I want ;)
Mona glanced into the ornate mirror and tucked a small lock of loose hair behind her ear before lifting her small black clutch and walking out of her front door.
She locked the apartment behind her and strutted to the lobby, where she waved goodbye to the old doorman who she knew well and left the building all together.
A glossy black car pulled up beside the curb and Harry rolled down the tinted window to shoot Mona a charming smile as his driver opened the door for her.
"Hello Harry." she muttered, plugging in her seat belt as the car started up again.
"Good to see you again, Miss Wolfe. I was worried you wouldn't show up." he chuckled.
"Well, I'm never busy." she shrugged.
"That's a change from when we first met."
"How do you mean?"
"I think you know."
Mona did know. She remembered distinctly that she was always running off at random times, but she couldn't think how Harry would know this since she was often running off to him.
Harry pressed a button on his stereo which caused 'Video Killed the Radio Star' to blare out of the speakers.
Mona hummed along quietly and Harry giggled when he noticed that.
"So you know this song then?" he asked.
"Of course." Mona commented. "Been a while since I last listened to it though."
"It's my favorite song in the world." Harry grinned, before cheerfully singing along.
"They took the credit for your second symphony, Rewritten by machine and new technology, and now I understand the problems you can see.Oh-a Oh-a, I met your children, What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star." He motioned for Mona to sing and she took a deep breath before picking up where he had left off.
"Pictures came and broke your heart, oh-a-a-a oh." she laughed then composed herself, not wanting to get carried away or else she'd never be able to get any information out of Harry.
Luckily for her, they were pulling up to the restaurant anyway, so Harry calmly turned the radio off and helped Mona get out of the car.
"Nice place." Mona commented, linking arms with the curly haired man as he led her inside.
"Reservation for Styles." he told the stern looking man at the desk, who scanned his eyes down a computer screen before nodding and motioning for one of the waiters to take them to a table.
"Right over here." a young waiter took them up a small flight of stairs which lead to a smaller but fancier part of the building.
Harry pulled out Mona's chair and sat down opposite her.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Of course, what do you need?"
"Why did you invite me here, your date cancel on you?" Mona questioned, remembering Harry's chilling words from their last evening together, 'Rule number one of being rich, never eat alone.'
Harry saw no point in lying and his mouth curved into a knowing smile. "Not my date, it was a business thing."
"Still don't eat alone then?" Mona smirked.
