Condensation was apparent on every window in New York. There was almost no person not in a big puffy jacket keeping them warm.
I stepped out of the taxi and scurried myself into the nearest deli. It was packed just like every other food place at lunch, or all the time for that matter.
I ordered a meatball sandwich consisting of the rest of my cash. It was the most to die for player at this place and boy was I hungry. I sat at a table in the corner of the small restaurant awaiting my order to be called.
"Large meatball and side of slaw!"
I jumped to my feet leaving my laptop opened up on the table. As I'm going up to the counter there's a presence beside me making the same moves. I reached out for the red basket with my lunch, but so did another. "Oh sorry I think this is my sandwich," I pulled the basket towards me.
"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure I ordered before you," the guy about my age replied. I raised my eyebrows at him as he started to grab the basket. "Hmm well maybe you just don't remember me ordering being on your phone and such."
"Oh I think I would've remembered seeing you babe," he smirked. I felt my cheeks start to flush and I looked away. "You know what, take the sandwich. I just have one request," I waited for him to speak again.
"What might that be?" I picked up the lunch. "Let me eat with you. Please." I stared at him with wide eyes and by now I felt like everyone was watching us.
I nodded and walked back to my table. Well, our table. I guess? He followed me to the corner and took the seat right across from mine. "I'm Harry," he stuck out his hand for me to grab. I shook his hand with my right and my sandwich in my left.
I couldn't wait it's been hours since I last ate.
He chuckled after I took a huge bite. "I'm (Y/N)." Wiping my marinara covered face with a napkin, I gave him a shy smile.
Harry propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his fists. "What?" I asked.
He shook his head, "Nothing, nothing at all." Another sandwich was called and he went to go grab his food. I sat quietly eating and enjoying it at that. Harry returned and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Uh, what is that?" I pointed at his sandwich. Harry rubbed his hands together and picked up the food.
"This is a roasted eggplant sandwich and a bag of chips," he playfully stuck out his tongue while smiling. I gave him a look and my mouth dropped wide open.
I put my sandwich down and then put my hands on my hips. "Are you kidding me? If you got that then why did you fight over my sandwich?!" I whispered.
He shrugged his shoulders and took a bite. While covering his mouth with his napkin he said, "I thought you were cute and wanted to see you all hot and bothered."
I scoffed and then took another bite of my sandwich. "You're buying me another one of these just for that."
