Sunflower Café

16

–H

Let's just say, Harry was not happy.

"Fuck you," he grumbled and wrapped his fingers around the small container. "I'll get you back for that."

"For what?" Amaya batted her eyelashes innocently.

Harry just gave her the most annoyed look he could muster as he shook his head, already plotting in his mind his revenge. He knew exactly how to get her back, he just had to find the perfect moment.

"Hey, Harry?" Amaya broke his train of thoughts, "If we're gonna go eat can it be take out?"

"Sure. Why?"

"You know..." she tried to sound gentle. "Because like, I don't want to, you know, be seen... with you."

"Oh, right, yes," Harry turned to lock eyes when they stopped at a red light. "Of course, don't worry about it. We can just eat in the car if you want."

"Yeah, that's probably best..." she trailed off, and Harry could tell she genuinely wasn't trying to offend him.

"Oh! You know what..." Harry leaned over her and began to rummage inside the glove compartment, his hand fumbling about until it landed on what he was looking for. "Here."

Amaya looked confused as he handed her a pair of aviator sunglasses. "What's this for?"

"You know, in case anyone does spot us. So you can be as unrecognizable as posible."

She turned them in her hand, "But they're pink..."

"So?"

"So, they won't really hide my face that much, will they?"

Harry rolled his eyes and began in a mocking voice, "Gee, Harry, that's so nice! You're so sweet for thinking about me. Thank you for giving me your glasses, Harry. You're the best!"

"Ah, I know, I'm amazing. But don't worry about it," he shrugged comically as he answered himself. "Was no trouble, really. I'd do it for anybody."

"You know, talking to yourself can be a sign of psychological problems."

     He smirked, "You think I'm crazy now?"

     "No. I know you are. I'm just thinking you might be crazier than I thought you were."

     "Well normal's boring, right? Or whatever tumblr quote thing that works along those lines."

     Amaya laughed. "You so have secret accounts on social medias," she mumbled.

     "What?"

     "I said, thanks for the glasses. At least they're something."

"No worries. Just remember to give 'em back after. Elton John gave me those."

"Elton John gave you these and you keep them in a glove compartment?" her tone was disapproving.

"Hey don't judge, alright? Or I'll take 'em back."

     "No, no," Amaya said quickly. She placed the delicate frame around her eyes. "Oh, these are pretty cool actually. Everything's pink!"

     Harry chuckled, "Yeah, think that's the point, love."

     "Thought the point was to keep out the UV rays?"

     "I mean sure. It's that and to make you look cool as fuck. It's a win win."