Fervor.

five.

Vanessa's POV

The remainder of the drive is silent, and I wonder if I should head to Prell to discuss my pay with Mr.Ramsay like we agreed. However, I’m in no mood to go to work. It’s not like I had anything to do today, it was basically a day off. Plus I had Harry, and he doesn’t start until tomorrow.

“Can we get something to eat and then go home? I’m hungry and absolutely exhausted from the long flight” Harry breaks the silence and a light feeling settles in my stomach at the sound of his voice, topped off with the strong English accent

This is ridiculous. I can’t be attracted to him. No, I can be attracted to him. I just have to make sure I don’t let it become anything more than that.

I’m about to argue him, but decide against it. Truthfully, I had no other plans and was most likely going to do the same thing anyways. “Yeah, that was the plan anyways”

“Great. Where can we eat? I don’t want anything too junky. Something simple, but still delicious. I was thinking maybe an Italian restaurant” he blabbers and my eyes widen in amusement

“An Italian restaurant? Harry we’re just grabbing food quickly and going home. I’m not in the mood to dine. Sorry Harry, but no” I say, but I’m not really sorry

“You’re so boring. Probably going to make us eat burgers”

“What’s wrong with burgers?” I try not to sound offended. That’s what I was actually planning to eat.

“It’s all you Americans eat. Isn’t that boring?”

“Not if it’s good”

“You’re boring” his smile is teasing

I scoff “I’m not”

“Prove it”

“Ask my friends”

He raises his eyebrows “You have friends?”

I gape at him and he lets out a heart-warming laugh, causing me to grin.

“You’re obnoxious” I say

He smirks “And that’s a shitty come back”

“Well…” I pause and realize this is actually the worst time not to have a good come back

Harry snorts “Wow, you really do suck”

I really like how playful he is, and I’m surprised at how easy going he is. I guess I can be friendly with him. “I’m sorry that you’re picky and only selected food appeals to you. I really do think we should just eat something that’s quick”

“No. No, it’s my first time here, and I’d like to start off by eating food that I will enjoy. Plus, I’d like to get to know the person I’ll be working with for a huge portion of my time here” he sounds determined

I groan, giving in “Fine. But I’m just letting you know that I’m pretty sure our Italian restaurants aren’t the same as your British ones”

“You didn’t need to tell me that. Of course British ones are better” he snaps matter-factly. His happy and teasing demeanor is long gone and I find myself confused as to why that happened

We arrive at an old and very famous Italian restaurant located in the heart of the city. I don’t come here much because it’s very expensive, but it’s the only one I know of. Once we’re inside, I notice the place is nearly empty due to the time of the day.

Out of nowhere, I suddenly feel Harry’s hand slip in my own as we approach the man who seats everyone. I’m momentarily confused, yet I’m surprised by the warmth that spreads throughout my entire body from the contact. I force myself to ignore the feeling, and before I get the chance to ask Harry what he’s doing, he speaks to the man “Table for two please”