Confident

12- Trust

Harry passed Brooklyn an ice cream and she raised her eyebrows. "A 99p flake? You cheap bastard," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Thanks."

"I can always take it back," Harry shrugged and Brooklyn gasped when he snatched the ice cream from her hands.

"No, no, no!" She said quickly and tried to grab it. "I want it!"

"I don't think you deserve it," Harry said and held the ice cream from Brooklyn's grasp.

"Harry!" She whined. "Just give me the damn ice cream."

"Not good enough," Harry said and smirked when Brooklyn pouted.

"Please?"

"Getting better," he nodded.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top," Brooklyn said dramatically.

"You're lucky I'm feeling nice," he warned and passed Brooklyn the ice cream back.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically and savoured the chocolately goodness as she took a bite of her flake.

"When do you start work?" Harry asked.

"Monday," Brooklyn said and turned to Harry with a frown. "How do you know I have a job?"

"It's a small town," Harry said dismissively. "People talk."

Brooklyn narrowed her eyes, but nodded slightly and ate her ice cream. "I've made an observation," Brooklyn declared after a silence.

"Do I really want to know?"

"Probably not," she shrugged, "but I'm going to tell you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"You lie a lot," Brooklyn said.

"Do I?"

"You do."

"I think your observation is wrong."

"You brush things off," Brooklyn pointed out. "But some things you say are just creepy and you lie."

"Whatever," Harry shrugged. "Eat your icecream."

"Don't tell me what to do," Brooklyn frowned.

"Please?" Harry said sarcastically and Brooklyn punched his shoulder.

"You need to learn to be polite."

"I said please, yet I'm the one who gets punched?" Harry said and scoffed. "That's fair."

"You're an ass and you need to stop lying to me," Brooklyn said and she gasped when Harry pushed her ice cream she was eating into her face as she took a bite. "Oi!" She yelled. "You ass!"

"Sorry, that was the only publicly acceptable way I could think of to shut you up," Harry said dismissively and Brooklyn glared at him and grabbed his shirt that was on the ground next to him and used it to wipe her mouth.

"Thanks," Brooklyn said sarcastically and threw the shirt at Harry.

"Did you just use my shirt to wipe ice cream from your mouth?" Harry said slowly.

"Are your eyes failing you?" Brooklyn asked. "Yes, I used your shirt to wipe my mouth. It's only fair, considering you shoved ice cream in my mouth."

Harry arched an eyebrow and his lips twitched ever so slightly. "It could've been worse."

"Stop that!" Brooklyn exclaimed. "Stop making dirty innuendos!"

"Hey, you're the one thinking it," Harry shrugged. "Not me."