labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Eleven: Seeker

"TALK TO ME!" Juniper whined to Indira. Even though Juniper was a solid ten years older, her need for attention was like that of a toddler. She had struck Indira's nerve countless times this week, but she needed her in order to pass the time.

She didn't want to talk though; She wanted to go home and sleep. Sleep troubled her with thoughts of the night before. Had it not been for January and her prodding questions, she assumed that the night would have gone better than it had. Even though the feeling was small, there was something there that she sensed was different and comfortable, and what Harry said at the end of the night proved that.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He asked as he leaned against the white threshold.

"I drove here, remember?" she laughed lightly.

"Right," he pursed his lips to hide his embarrassed smile, but because he was around her, he let it out to show his teeth.

Dimples, she noted.

"Here then," he reached into his front pocket to grab some money for her for the valet, but she stopped him before he could stretch his hand out to give it to her.

"Harry, I can't let you do that," she protested. "You already paid for my parking ticket. It's—"

"Take it, Indira." A curve at the end of his rose tinted lips convinced her to finally take his gratitude. Indira didn't like how him saying her name would coerce her into agreement. It was a weakness of hers that she didn't know Harry had control over—unintentionally of course.

"Thank you, again," she peered down at the money in her grasp, then back into his green eyes.

"Don't mention it," he smiled at her again, this time without showing teeth, but dimples still prominently indented in his cheeks. "I'll see you soon," he said as he saw her turn to the opening elevator door.

"You will?" Indira perked a curious eyebrow.

"It's a small world."

Those last parting words were stuck to her mind like super glue. What did it even mean? Did it mean he would show up at any given time because he knew where she worked, or did he mean that they were just likely to bump into each other with Boston being such a small city? Indira only wished she knew what he meant, but as always, her over thinking things would only over complicate uncomplicated situations.

Indira allowed Juniper to talk her ear off during the quiet moments of the Friday dinner rush, but only to keep her mind occupied. She found herself looking at Luca, who caught her eye at just the right second.

"You okay?" he mouthed to her as he rolled up a sub, shoving it into a brown paper slip.

"Yeah," she mouthed back. His eyes were comforting to her, and she in turn eased up.

Her off mood was surprising to her, seeing that half of it consisted of anger because of her yapping coworker, and the other half consisted of thoughts of Harry. She couldn't figure out what was attracting her thoughts to him, and maybe that's what her anger was feeding off of.

"Doing anything fun this weekend?" Juniper asked, which piqued her interest in answering after tuning out much of the conversation.

"I'm actually going over to mom's. Haven't seen her or my sister in a while," she replied. Indira hasn't seen her mother since her little sister Lucinda's sixteenth birthday, which was on the first of February. Her heart ached with a longing for family. She couldn't wait to go see them.

"You guys should do something," Juniper offered as an idea, "I hear the weather is gonna be warmer this weekend." Juniper leaned against the counter and cocked her head at her.