I stare down at the napkin Harry just cheekily placed in my hands. I open it up and find a decent amount of money inside. What?!
On the napkin it says,
A tip for the prettiest waitress I've ever seen. Text me your address. I'll pick you up at 9.
Harry
His number is scribbled under his name.
I feel the blush burning my cheeks as I shove the napkin and money into my pocket. Harry is something else.
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After a long, eventful day at work, I finally arrive home and throw myself on my bed. It's 10:30 and I'm exhausted.
Oh, shit. I still have to send Harry my address.
I pull out my phone and the napkin out of my pocket and text him. I take the napkin and put it in my desk drawer for safe keeping.
He answers back almost immediately:
Harry: See you then Belle. Get some rest. H x
I can't help but smile at his sweetness. I place on my phone on my bedside table and pull the covers up up to my chin as sleep develops me.
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I try to rub the sleep out of my eyes as the piercing sound of my alarm sounds.
it's 8 a.m.
I have an hour to get ready.
I jump into the shower. I make it a quick one and wrap a towel around my freshly clean hair and one around my body.
I run back into my bedroom, grabbing my favorite sunflower dress and brown sandals out of my closet.
After I'm done changing, I take my hair out of the towel and brush all the knots out. I swipe on some mascara and apply some quick concealer to cover up the dark circles under my eyes that never seem to go away. I spray some sweet-smelling perfume on.
8:45. Okay I still have a little time.
I lightly blow dry my hair into loose waves and then brush my teeth.
Ready. 8:55. Perfect.
I grab my purse off my dresser and throw my phone inside.
I sit on my front porch with my chin resting on my hands as I wait for Harry. I hope he didn't get confused on how to get here. I find myself wondering how far his apartment is from here...
The black range rover smoothly pulls into my driveway. I stand up and walk towards it, as Harry steps out. He's wearing those black skinny jeans with rips on the knees, but this time he's wearing a white T-shirt. I can't help but admire the way the thin fabric partially reveals Harry's beautifully inked skin. His worn brown boots adorn his feet and his long hair is pulled back by a green headscarf. He looks absolutely breathtaking and I suddenly feel self conscious... wishing I spent more time to attempt to look half as good as he does.
I smile shyly at him as he gives me a wave.
He rushes over to the passenger door and opens it for me. My heart flutters. What a gentlemen-like thing to do.
"Why thank you." He simply nods in response and I find myself waiting to hear his voice.
He hops gracefully into the driver's seat.
"Thank you for the tip yesterday." I smile looking down at my lap remembering Harry's sweet gesture.
"No problem." His deep accented voice fills the car.
