PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xi. night convo

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

Pink plump lips that speak of kind words, the freckles on the softness of her skin that shows beautiful imperfection, the tantalizing blue eyes that says more than what a word could convey. The very image of the girl rushes back in Harry's mind, taking over his subconscious being.

He could still sense the warmth of her skin radiating off of her as she stood in front of him few hours earlier. He could still feel her calloused hand on him as she stopped him from taking his wallet out. He wonders how much those dainty hands of hers work just to make ends meet. She works just like she's raising a whole community of children and she's the only breadwinner.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...he repeats the gorgeous blonde girl's name in his head like a defective CD, only its effect is like a music to his ears rather than the usual pesky repetitive noise it usually produces.

Harry sits behind his desk, doing nothing for the last two hours since he came back to his office. Folders upon folders are perched in front of him, but he couldn't care less about reading through them, let alone open them.

It's dark now. The sun has set to allow the moon to replace its reigning glory for the night, only Harry hasn't noticed. His fingers tap on top of his desk absentmindedly as his other hand props on the arm of his chair, his chin resting on his palm. Eyes darting to the two plastic containers, he dials his secretary's desk phone.

"Sir?"

"Grab two plates and forks.  Let's have a taste of these baked macs." He sounds casual as he instructed Betty. What he couldn't see is she is already quietly giggling on the other end, giddy by the fact that her boss plays his emotions off so as not to ruin the rough, cold exterior he usually portrays.

"Be right over, sir." Betty hangs up to comply to her boss' order.

Try as he might, he couldn't deny the fact that his heart race ten times every nanosecond just at the thought of Charlie. What does she really possess that made her stand out from all the girls he had met before? What kind of spell did she cast on him that made Harry think of her since the moment she walks in the scene at the police headquarters?

Harry rakes his thoughts as he reaches for the containers and open one of them. The delicious aroma immediately escapes from its containment, his nostrils catching the smell and making his mouth water in immediate hunger. The puzzling questions evaporate in an instance once his mind is filled with hunger towards the food. He couldn't wait for Betty for too much longer.

Fortunately for him, Betty bursts in the door just in time, holding two sets of cutleries as she proceeds towards his desk.

"What took you so long?" Harry asks, annoyed.

Betty inwardly rolls her eyes. Her boss just called her like a minute ago and she ran — as fast as her small legs and high-heel shoes clad feet could carry her — to the break room to retrieve the needed items. She didn't actually took long to get them, Harry is just so impatient. Betty decides to not tell him that, instead, she just places the items in front of him after apologizing for her 'incompetencies'.

Betty takes it upon herself to stack away the folders for the mean time, thinking her boss would much appreciate a spacious table for a little while, at least while he eats Charlie's baked macs.

"Sit." Harry demands of her and so without any fight, Betty sits on the chair at the right side of his office desk.

He hands her a small plate with the fork, followed by the other container. Strings of 'mmms' and 'ahhs' are released at the back of their throats as the taste melt on their tongues.