Harry Baby

Chapter 6

"Would you like to see a desert menu?" the waitress asks.

"I'll just have coffee," Harry says.

"I'll take a green tea," I say.

"Alrighty then," se says walking away while still looking down at her notepad.

"Such great deserts," Harry jokes once she's out of ear's shot.

"Ice cream coats your singing voice," I say shyly.

"How about we sing?" Harry asks.

"That would be fine," I say with a small smile.

"You're really cute when you smile like that," Harry flirts. I look down and blush.

"This is going to sound weird, but I love the way you smile at the ground," he smiles himself.

"Thanks," I blush a deeper shade or red. The waitress comes back with the tea and coffee.

"Check?" she asks looking as if she's hoping we'll leave. I don't blame her it's late, and there aren't many people left in the joint.

"Not yet," Harry says reluctantly pulling his eyes away from mine.

"Okay," she says about to walk away.

"Actually can we see a dessert menu?" Harry asks before she has a chance to leave.

"Sure," she says less cheery than when we walked in.

"After she comes back?" Harry asks.

"You're eager to get on stage again, aren't you?" I question.

"I'm really looking forward to singing with you," he says shyly. The waitress returns with the menus and Harry and I quickly agree to spilt a hot fudge sundae.

"I'll be right back with that," she says walking away once again.

"She seems annoyed," I comment.

"No kidding," Harry says standing up.

"She probably wants to go home," I say mimicking his action.

"So did you decide on a song?" Harry asks.

"I didn't know I was choosing," I say.

"What song would you want to sing?" he asks.

"I would love it if we could When Christmas Comes to Town, but you wouldn't know that song," I say.

"No that one I know," he says.

"How do that song if you've never seen Polar Express?" I question.

"It's on the radio all the time. People are always requesting it."

"And you didn't think it was a big deal," I say.

"Shut up," Harry laughs. We talk towards the DJ and tell me what to sing When Christmas Comes to Town.

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"Let's hear it for Harry and Cassy! What a great way to end the night!" the DJ yells excitedly to the small audience after the song. The few costumers left cheer loudly, almost like performing on stage except not as extreme or exciting for that matter.

Our dessert arrives just as we sit at our table.

"Perfect timing," Harry smiles flirtatiously at the waitress.

"Check?" she asks again more cheery this time.

"Yes, please," Harry answers. She walks away again.

"Bon appetit," Harry says with a French accent. He hands me a spoon and we dig in.

"Do you take French?" I ask.

"I speak it fluently. What makes you ask?" 

"You just said 'Bon appetit' with a perfect French accent," I say.

"It wasn't that perfect," Harry blushes.

"So what do you have planned for tomorrow?" I ask changing the subject.

"Nothing much. My family is going to in either Australia or New Zealand so going back to England for the holidays seemed pointless," he answers. Crap so that's why he was so sensitive about me being home alone on Christmas Eve. He's not going to have a legitimate Christmas tomorrow.

"Why didn't you go to Australia or Zealand with them?" I ask.

"Well, I moved out here last year after I turned eighteen. I've always loved New York City, but after a while I started missing living in a small, quiet town like Holmes Chapel. That how I ended up in this town. It's a lot nicer than I thought it would be," Harry says giving me the same flirtatious smile he gave the waitress.

"Here's your check," she says placing the bill on the table and walking away again.

"How much was my meal? I ask reaching for my wallet.

"I've got it," he answers putting cash in the booklet.

"Come on. Let me pay," I whine like a little kid and reaching for the bill.

"Nope," he says pulling the booklet away out of my reach.

"And you say I'm a kid," I complain jokingly.

"You were whining about paying. That sounds pretty childish to me," he chuckles. I can't help but laugh at my folly. We finish our ice cream and leave. Just as I walk out the door, my phone brings to ring. No need to check the caller ID, only one person in my contacts has a ringtone that says "answer the phone, it's your mother. I will find you, answer the phone." I press the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I say.