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Chapter Twelve {Playrex}

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"Venir dîner avec moi."

"Call for dinner with me."

"No," Henry sighed. "Come to dinner with me. But you were close. What time is practice?"

"Twenty minutes, we've got time. Just one more."

"No way. You're going to excuse yourself. You need to take a mental break."

It was Saturday afternoon, and Henry and I were both sitting on the floor in the library and had been since ten this morning. It was pushing one now and Henry looked like he was ready to pass out. Either because he had sighed that much in the last hour. Or because he was really tired.

"You did really well today Matthew, really. But in the last hour and a half, you've gotten sloppy and forgetful. Plus I'm hungry. Let's call it a day and meet up on Monday pre usual."

"Want to grab a bite to eat at Playrex?" I don't know why I asked him that, it just kind of slipped out at the mention of being hungry, seeing as I was fucking starved.

Henry didn't answer right away, just kind of looking at me with this far away look before nodding his head and packing our stuff up. We both had backpacks slung over our shoulders as we made our way from the library and into the community center where Playrex was, sitting just a few feet from the library with a glass wall giving everyone a view inside to the sitting area.

Playrex wasn't anything fancy, just a little spot that served mostly deep fried food and alike three different types of pop. Coke, Coke Zero, and Fanta.

Needless to say, it's nothing special.

It didn't take long for our greasy orders to be filled. My onion rings, and Henry's fried chicken wings with french fries.

We sat there awkwardly for the first little while, Henry looking out the window that leads to a small park with an old man feeding birds, while I sat there looking at, and past him at the people walking about the center.

"Matthew."

I looked at Henry who was now looking at me with a lifted brow and an amused look on his face. "I said, you're going to be later if you don't leave now."

"Oh shit!" I stood up grabbing my backpack quickly running my hand in my hair. "God. Thank you. I mean Je vous remercie

And as I ran out, I swear I saw a smile play on Henry's Lips.