A few moments later Harry is stood in the living room with the blond I had seen only minutes ago. She was beautiful, really tall and almost intimidating with her stare. She was definitely a model although I have never seen her before.
"Uh Ken you think we could call it a night and hang out again soon?" Harry ask, seeming on edge as he slicked back his hair. "Of course I'll get my bag" is all I could say. I mean what else would I do. I don't understand how they seems to be so much tension in the room, did he think I would refuse to leave. It's not like we were really hanging out he had been a sleep for a hour at least. Walking in between Harry and the mystery blond I head for the kitchen for my bag aware of Harry following behind me. When I grabbed my bag I did a quick check that I had all my things and looked up to find Harry at the other side of the kitchen. Just watching. Heading for the door I could sense him approach as I walked out. Turning to look at him once again expecting a goodbye. He didn't speak so I decided to be silent also. With a small smile I turned to head for my car without another look.
