Dreary|| zarry

Two||

Usually when Zayn gets his thirty minute break, he goes outside to smoke and then get a burger from Burger King from across the street. However, this time, he goes to the same cafè he went to yesterday to get a bitter, black coffee and another crossaint...or a sandwich because he did see that they have those. They just aren't a dollar and a bit more expensive than he'd like.

The man walks into the cold area, having a bit more of a professional outfit on this afternoon. His tattered, white dress shirt from the back of the closet, black slacks and black, polished shoes just for work. He walks up to the counter, seeing a different worker. Instead of a teenage girl it's an older man. Zayn orders his coffee and a cold sandwich, getting the two items quickly before going to the back to sit.

Zayn stares out the window and nibbles at the cold bread and taking occasional sips of his hot beverage. The man doesn't like being on his phone much and observing the world is a little more interesting...except when there is nothing really to look at except the same old scene everyday. Busy traffic, people walking around aimlessly to get to work or to have a bite to eat like Zayn. However, it seems this particular cafè doesn't get entirely busy at all. One other person comes in after Zayn about fifteen minutes later, but that's it really.

"You're back." a voice says, making Zayn turn his head away from the window to flicker his gaze up towards the same guy who had fallen yesterday with the fragile cup. He smiles slightly at Zayn with his work uniform on which consists of a white polo shirt and khaki slacks, a burgundy apron around his waist. The guy sticks out his hand.

"My name is Harry, what's yours?" he says quietly, voice deep but soft and chillingly gentle. Zayn smiles back at him, taking his hand lightly to shake.

"Zayn, nice to meet you Harry." He says. Zayn notices this man acts a bit child like, movements apprehensive and has a look in his eyes that is very catious. Zayn watches him as carefully as he watches Zayn.

"You like coffee?" Harry asks, pointing at the cup before he puts his hands behind his back, staring at the cup with steam floating out of it before looking back into Zayn's eyes, shoulders tense.

"Yeah, do you?"

Harry opens his mouth, about to say something, but he closes it just as quickly. "N-no." He mutters instead, looking sad all of a sudden. "Not really." He says softly.

Zayn nods, confused by the sudden change.

Suddenly the worker from the counter walks up behind Harry and grabs his shoulder, turning him around forcefully and the forest eyed man jumps, breath hitching when he looks at the older man. The old man smiles at Zayn who frowns back at him, not liking the way he is so rough with the innocent looking, younger man.

"I'm sorry if he's bothering you, sir." the man says, and Zayn shakes his head, looking back at Harry who has his head down, looking almost ashamed.

"He's not at all, actually." Zayn smiles and Harry looks up, still frowning. He tilts his head to the side, seeming confused.

"Really?" the man says, looking surprised as well as Zayn looks back at him. Zayn smiles again and nods silently.

"Yeah, I'm enjoying his company, but thank you sir." Zayn shrugs, picking up his coffee to take a few more sips. The older man nods, taking his grip off the younger man's shoulder and turning to walk away.

"W-well goodbye, Zayn." Harry says quickly and Zayn frowns, watching him rush away to walk into the restrooms. Zayn furrows his brows. Strange guy for sure.

He stands up to simply take his lunch to go, wanting to go back to work. The quietness can get old. He's alone quite often so he's in a lot of silence once he gets back home...but even if anyone doesn't know it Zayn does prefer a lot of company around him. Friends or family, doesn't matter who unless they're nice.