Femme Fatale.

Chapter Six.

It was early morning the next day while you and Harley were sitting in a small diner grabbing breakfast.

Harley had ordered herself an egg sandwich and you couldn't help but laugh when you saw her gawking at it! It was like she was looking at a prized jewel.

You turned to face her as you attempted to break her out of her trace. "Okay, are they seriously that good?" She didn't even bother to look at you as her attention was still drawn to the sandwich. "Are you kidding? It's the best one I've ever had! I'm telling you, you're really missing out if you're just getting the coffee." You shrugged it off. "I'm not too hungry in the mornings." She turned to you and looked shocked. She patted your shoulder. "That's where you and I very much differ Y/N."

She was again focused on the sandwich. "Not too much Sal! I wanna taste the cheese." She was making sure that there wasn't too much hot sauce being poured. Her enthusiasm for all of this was unmatched. Who knew someone could be so excited over breakfast?

Sal wrapped up the sandwich in foil as he grabbed your coffee. You offered him a friendly smile as Harley looked down at the sandwich and then back up at Sal. "You're a lifesaver Sal." Harley pulled out a few wrinkled dollar bills that she had in her pocket. You made sure to do the same. "I owe you for the extra 75 cents. I'll get it to ya, I promise! It's all the money I got in the world and it's so worth it!" You clutched your coffee and couldn't help but smile at Harley's theatrical expressions. As soon as you thought that, she gave the sandwich a very loud sniff. That got you. You couldn't stop laughing! After the two of you paid, you motioned Harley to the door. "I mean it Sal, no one!"