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"And then what happened?" I laugh while taking a bite of my French fry.
Harry and I are at a burger 'palace' and he's telling me a story about one of his many bad teacher slash classroom experiences. This is just our first stop for tonight. We were too hungry to drive around before finding something to do.
"And then she actually called me a 'little shit' and kicked me out of her classroom. And she got fired the next day." He can't hold back his smile as he finishes up the story.
I would assume Harry would be a bit of a jokester but nothing too extreme. This time he was just mocking a teacher; literally repeating everything she said with a high pitched voice.
"That's horrible!" I laugh.
"Can I get you two anything else," we're interrupted by our waiter "desert?"
"I'm okay." I smile, answering for myself.
"Yeah, I'm good too. I'll be having some desert later." He winks while smirking at me.
I can't help but burst into laughter and Harry does the same, our waiter just awkwardly smiling and walking away to I'm assuming, get the bill.
"You're so funny, Harry."
"If you thought I was kidding, you thought wrong." He plays with my feet under the table.
"Kidding about what?" I know exactly what he's talking about.
"Myself enjoying some desert."
"I don't think you'd ever joke around about chocolate ice cream."
"You damn sure as hell know I'm not talking about ice cream."
"Then what are you talking about?" I take the last ounce of iced tea in my cup to my lips.
"My head between your legs, tasting all your sweet j-"
"Have a nice night." Harry is cut off by the waiter placing the check on the table.
I quickly go to slap the check with my hand but Harry beats me to it.
"Hey! Please let me pay." I whine.
"No."
"At least for myself?"
"No, love."
I love how he pays for every meal, actually basically everything, we share. I personally believe that the man should but I still feel bad. I would enjoy to cover my own finances at times.
"Why can't I ever pay.." I complain and lean over taking a sip of his drink, as mine is gone.
"You can pay me. But in kisses." He smiles and takes a sip of his drink after I put it down. "You ready?"
"Yup." I smile and grab my bag, sliding out of the booth.
We grab hands and walk out of the tiny restaurant while the sun is in mid set.
"Can I tell you something?" Harry asks me as we walk down the tiny concrete ramp.
"Anything." I lightly squeeze his hand.
"I hated the way that guy looked at you."
What?
"What guy?" I'm slightly confused.
"Our waiter. He kept like, just trying to flirt with you. And his eye contact with you was weird, he was admiring you."
"I'm sorry." I put my head against his arm.
