Bittersweet

Part 3

~Part 3~

Spinning around on your heels, you see that it's the young boy from the coffee shop. He has a different attire on now, loose grey shirt with tight black skinny jeans. Damn how is it possible for someone to look that good in simple clothing? "I pick a different milk every week, depending on my mood." You tell him, not even knowing why you're engaging in a conversation about milk, of all things. He smiles, slowly walking towards you until he's next to you.

"Well then please tell me your process then." He lets out a slight chuckle and averts his eyes to the fridge in front of you. "Whole milk for when you can't be bothered to care, skim milk for when you feel bloated, light milk for the 'I feel fat' week, 2% for the adventurous, extra healthy super organic way over priced milk for when you're a fitness freak and can actually be bothered to spend that much on milk." You explain to the stranger and only after it dawns that this a very weird first conversation and first impression.

"Doing milk studies for a degree I see." The green eyed boy comments and it gets out a small laugh from both of you. "So," "Harry." The stranger smiles at you and let's you finish your sentence, "just casually stalking me and asking for milk advice? I'm sorry but I'll have to charge you." "It's milk, not milkshakes. And this is a shopping centre, not your yard. But I bet they would taste great." Harry comments with a devious wink.

Well his milkshakes would certainly bring everyone to the yard that's for sure. Staring, you can't help but think who is he? Is he an angel sent down from heaven for being too damn perfect? He should be arrested then. Being too sexy in simple clothes is a crime. "You came here to rip me off huh." "Actually was just passing by and saw you. Decided to say hi. Not stalking. And thanks for the milk advice, I'll take the full cream milk seeing how this week has been." Harry comments, reaching out and grabbing a full cream milk before setting it down in his basket.

"By the way I'm [Y/N], just so you know who you're staking." You reply with a soft smile. "I hope this isn't too straightforward but how about you and I grab a cup of coffee on the weekend? 2% milk for you, full cream for me." Harry smirks, dimples appearing at the edge of his cheeks. "Sounds great." You reply, leaving the milk section with Harry and heading to the checkout with your 2% milk wondering how on earth that conversation ended in being asked out to coffee with an angel.