within the meadow √ h.s.

f i v e

it was spring and the flowers were awake and bright. the energy they radiated was prevalent in the color displayed as it stretched for miles. if conversation between harry and delilah came to a halt at any point, they enjoyed the sight set ahead of them, and that was enough for the two.

harry soon shared some of his work with delilah, and she shared some of her favorite reads with harry.

"what were you thinking about when you drew this?" delilah asked curiously, fingers barely tracing the detailed image on the paper.

"it was sort of a rough point in my life when i realized i had no clue what i wanted to do with my life and nothing made sense to me, kind of like how this drawing turned out," harry replied.

they were at the meadow for only a mere twenty minutes before the cloudy weather caught up and began providing water for the fresh budding flowers. harry and delilah ran to the road where they always parked, but delilah had parked father down than harry so he told her to hop in his car.

"did any of your pages get ruined?" delilah asked worriedly. harry flipped through the pages of his sketchbook and shook his head.

"no, they're all fine," he smiled. they chuckled for a moment at the unfortunate weather for them, but fortunate for the meadow. "do you want to grab something to eat? we can go through my drawings some more if you'd like."

"yeah, that sounds nice. we can go to the cafe i work at. it's close, and i can make a mean grilled cheese," she smiled. harry smiled and asked her to tell him where to go.

when harry parked the car, he noticed the parking lot was completely empty except for one car. the sign on the door also said closed, but delilah knocked on it.

lenny came to the door and immediately saw delilah, but when harry came into his view he was smug. "and who is this, delilah?" lenny asked with a smirk on his face turning to harry.

"this is harry, harry this is lenny. he owns the place," she smiled. lenny and harry shook hands, and lenny was happy. never had delilah brought up any friends she may have had, and he was glad she didn't have her head in a book for once.

they all walked inside the cafe and delilah took down two chairs that had been placed on top of the table as a process of cleaning. harry took one seat and set his sketchbook down while delilah asked harry what he wanted to drink, but before he could reply lenny swooped in and told them that he would get them whatever they would like.

they both asked for tea at the same time and laughed. lenny smiled and made his way to retrieve their drinks.

delilah asked a question about nearly each drawing, and harry loved that. he was so glad that someone was so interested in his work, some having absolutely no meaning while others holding so much of him. she asked him about how long it took to complete some pieces and she asked about his mindset during some processes and she asked about the supplies he needed to finish some.

she was in awe. she was seeing pieces of harry's mind, and to her that was so powerful. when she was learning she felt her most empowered, and as they sat talking and drinking tea, lenny watched them and felt overjoyed by the sight of delilah speaking so much. he had never seen her be more interested in speaking to someone than a book she suffocated herself with. he also saw something in her eyes that only sparked when she found a good book that consumed her attention more than customers and lenny had to remind her that the book would be there later.

"i never got to make you that grilled cheese," delilah smiled knowing lenny wouldn't have let her and he would have insisted.

"i guess you owe me a delilah-made grilled cheese," harry said with a smile as bright as delilah's. as lenny witnessed their smiles he knew something was blossoming, and he hadn't yet learned that they met in the field delilah held so dear to her heart where flowers slept and peace was ensured. their lips didn't move to allow words to escape, so their lips remained in that same smile and lenny felt the warmth spread throughout his body despite just being a bystander, so he knew that the warmth within them was scorching and would be everlasting.