Who Knew?(Sequel) Book 2

Chapter 4

*SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BEEN BUSY AS FÜCK*

(Melina's POV)

My lunch hour came, and I was so glad it did. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I grabbed my keys and phone, and jogged out of my lab, and outside to the parking lot. I jumped into my car, turning up the heat a little bit, and driving off to meet Harry.

I made it there about 15 minutes later, and walked inside, seeing Harry already sitting down. He smiled and waved me over. I walked over to him, and he got up an hugged me, kissing my cheek, offering me to sit down. I sat across from him, and a waiter immediately came over to ask us for drinks.

"Sprite." I said. "Coke." Harry responded. The waiter nodded, going off to get our drinks.

"Any particular reason you called me in the middle of work?" I asked. I wasn't annoyed, not at all. Just curious.

"Erm, I missed you." He mumbled the last part, but I understood what he said.

"Why did you miss me?" I asked.

"Don't really know. I haven't really been alone in a while. It feels weird." He explained. I nodded, thanking the waiter for bringing our drinks.

"Need some more time?" He asked. I nodded and he rushed off to another table.

"So what do you want to get?" I asked.

"Whatever you want, I'm fine with." He said smiling.

"Meat lovers pizza okay?" He looked at me funny.

"What?" I asked laughing.

"No girl that I have ever met has ever eaten something like that. Hell they never ate a salad in front of me." He told me laughing.

"Well, I'm not most girls, so you okay with that or not?"

"Getting the pizza or you not being like most girls?" He teased. I rolled my eyes.

"The pizza you idiot." I sighed.

"The pizza is fine, and so is you being different." He winked, chuckling afterwords. I shook my head. This kid hasn't changed at all.

We placed our order, and as we waited, we talked.

"How's work?" He asked. I stopped moving for a second, then regained my composure and said,

"It's fine." In a high pitched voice. Dammit.

"You sure?" He pushed. I nodded my head.

"How's being out of prison?"

He nodded. "It's nice, finally having some privacy and home cooked meals, and warmth and such." He went on. I nodded my head. It was quiet for the most part after that. I played with the straw in my drink, something I've done since I was little, until I felt something grab one of my hands. I looked over, and Harry was playing with my right hand. He traced patterns in the palm of my hand as well as my fingers.

I giggled when his fingers brushed a soft spot on my hand. He smiled, and did it repeatedly, and by the time the food came, my smile was permanent and so was his. The pizza was placed on the table, along with some plates. And we snapped out of our gaze, thanked the waiter, and dug in. I grabbed 2 decent sized pieces an put them on my plate. Letting them cool down before I killed my mouth.

"Ow!" Harry yelped.

"Idiot." I muttered.

"Shut up." He whined. He took long sips of his drink, hoping to stop the burning going on in his mouth. I looked down smirking. He's such an idiot. I picked up my piece, blew on it, then took a bite, and nearly moaned at the taste. Thankfully I controlled myself, and just enjoyed the cheesy meaty goodness that was Meat Lovers Pizza.