After hours of bonding over their favorite books, and authors, and just everything that involves reading, Ivy and Harry had grown quite fond of each other.
There were a few laughs here and there, and for once, Ivy felt somewhat happy. It was odd, she thought, how she could feel this way with a boy she hardly knew, but whenever she was around her family, it just made her even more miserable than she already was. After just a couple hours of talking to him, she felt like she'd know him forever.
Somewhere during the midst of their conversation, Ivy got a chance to look at the clock that was hanging on the beige walls of the cafe she was so familiar with, the time surprised Ivy, Had we really talked that long? She wondered. She couldn't remember a time when she'd talk to someone that long and actually enjoyed it.
After Harry finished telling her some story about his English professor, Ivy had decided it was time to go.
"It's later than I thought, I better get going," Ivy says as she stands up, and Harry does the same.
"I had a really good time talking with you," Harry says to her as they both walk towards the door.
"I did too," Ivy says, and she is surprised at how much she really means it.
"Maybe we could do it again sometime?" Harry asks, desperately hoping she says yes.
"I'd like that," Ivy says grinning, and Harry lets out a breath he was not aware he was holding.
"Really?" Harry asks, and Ivy nods her head and they continue to smile at each other, noth not wanting to leave but knowing that they have too.
"When can I see you next?" Harry asks her.
"How about the next time it rains?" Ivy anxiously asks. She didn't know if he would think that was too cliché.
Harry smiled at her answer, "I'd love that," he replies.
"Okay, then. I'll see you on the next rainy day," Ivy says, before turning around to open the door and walk out.
Before Ivy could step outside, Harry says something that makes her heart flutter.
"Hey Ivy, I guess rainy days are our thing."
"I guess so, Harry," Ivy replies.
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