It Just Kind Of Happened

22: DINNER DATE(S)

It's been a while since I updated on time and I feel so proud of myself for keeping up with my commitment :P BECAUSE YOU GUESSED IT, I JUST FLUNKED A TEST UHUUUULLLLLL LIFE COULDN'T BE BETTER RIGHT NOW AND I ALSO CAN'T MOVE BECAUSE I HAVE A SHOOTING PAIN ON MY BACK! WOW THE ADRENALINE!!!

Hope you guys enjoy! This is A SUPER SHORT CHAPTER BUT I LOVE IT A LOT BECAUSE IT HAVE ROOM FOR YOU IMAGINATIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!

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HENRI

He was gone before he could stop it. Out of the door and running into the living traffic on the street; barely noticing how Mackenzie's eyes followed him through the window. Don't fool yourself, there were no tears in her eyes; nothing that resembled sadness or whatsoever. In her face, you could clearly see a smirk—mischievous, know-it-all smirk. And that was what Henri was greeted with when he looked back. And well, he couldn't not smirk back now, could he?

With a wink and a wave, he was amidst the sea of people, letting them guide him because that's how he felt. He felt like he was floating and that the people would take him where he needed to be. They did. Henri separated himself from the flock of hurried workers when it was time to turn into his grandparents street. There was nothing major going on. Jill was sitting on the sofa reading her book, while Bill was washing the breakfast dishes. Deja-vu is real people.

Hi darling. Jill signed with glee. He also saw the relief look on her face, but knew that she would never admit to it; she liked to give him his independence—even though it meant a very ill-rested night for her.

Hi. His smile was all that good old Jill needed to see to know that everything was alright.

Care to tell where you were last night?

The look on her face made him blush. A lot. Like, he felt he was burning.

Mac's. She needed my help.

Jill's face fell. Is she alright?

I hope so, gran.

And that was the end of the conversation. Well, not really. Both of them were still thinking about it.

Jill wasn't oblivious. She noticed how Henri looked when he was texting Mackenzie. He had a small smile on his face, and it wasn't his daily smile—because that's Henri, he's always smiling—it was a secret smile, reserved only for her. Only for Jill because she liked to think that she was one of the most important women in his life; the other ones being his mother and Lila. Yet, Jill didn't mind one bit sharing the secret smile with Mackenzie Maine. She didn't mind one bit sharing Henri with the girl he looked so infatuated with.

Dear, Jill started carefully. I was thinking, should we invite Mackenzie over for dinner today?

And oh there it was, the smile. That's an amazing idea, gran.

Little did Jill know that in Mackenzie's sofa was a note, with the address and time.

"Bill!" the woman shouted loudly with a splitting grin on her face. "We are going to have guests tonight!"

"Is it the girl?"

"Yes!"

The happiness was contagious. They were all grinning and laughing and soon, off Henri was to buy groceries. In his right hand, the groceries list. In his left, his coat. Let the adventure begin, he thought and left the house.

The cold was unforgiving and the wind kept nipping at his skin. But he would make it. He had to; besides, the store was three blocks away from his house, so yeah. It was a sunny afternoon. Even though he was quite in pain from the cold, he couldn't help but think how beautiful the top of the buildings looked when the sun shined on them.

It was a good day. The sun was out; the store was empty, and Mackenzie was coming for dinner. He knew he was pretty against it before, but he realized that is his grandmother wasn't against sharing him, he wouldn't be against sharing Mac. She was brilliant, and now he finally caught on to it. She was brilliant. Like a star. And those were made to be adored. To be observed and to be worshiped. And not many people realize that.

Mackenzie was just like a star. He would make her see that. Her and everybody else, starting with her family. He would fix her just like she would fix him. They were good for each other, Henri noticed. They worked and that was better than anything he could've ever wanted.

At the moment, what he really wanted was hummus, and he didn't know if Mac liked better the seasoned one or the traditional. His eyes were reading the contents of the food when his phone shimmied in his pocket. Blindly reaching for the buzzing gadget he was surprised when he saw a couple of texts from Danny.

Go for the traditional, it's better.

Behind you.

Never in his life did Henri feel more relieved to see Daniel Webber waving on the window, from outside the store. Signaling him to wait, Henri grabbed his stuff, paid for it and went to meet his friend.

Maybe he could help him calm his nerves for tonight.

Little did Henri know that Danny was thinking the same thing.