You sit cross legged in an armchair of the coffee shop. Neither you nor Harold says a word, but the silence in comfortable. As you sip your coffee, you catch yourself staring at him. He catches it too.
" So y/n, how are you today?"
"I'm good.. thanks" you stammer.
"And how are things at home? You live with a boyfriend I assume-"
"- No. No boyfriend. Just me and my house."
"I'll come see it sometime "
"I would like that"
You sense the conversation turning awkward, and choose to change topic.
"So.. um .. Petunia is nice"
"Meh , nothing special "
"So what does that make me? Nothing at all?"
" Quite the contrary. Every conversation you bring up, every new topic you chose somehow links back to two things. You. And me."
Harold stares at you, and before you can reply:
"I'm sure we'll come back to it. Thanks for the coffee...it's been great."
He gets up and goes, leaving you with two half finished coffees and an ache in your heart.
YOU ARE READING
I love your smile
Romance-S Harold and you have been dating for a while now, but when Harold starts to get more famous , how long will things last?
