Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

59

I tense. Alexander has the same easygoing smile on his face.

Some dramatic people in the crowd gasp.

And Harry? Well, let's just say his glare could melt icebergs.

"Ellie here was just answering my proposal," Alex says brightly, not even caring he's seconds away from being punched in the face.

I can't bring myself to look at Harry so instead, I zero in on the ring.

Preeeety.

Apparently, it's the wrong thing to do because before I know it, the box is snatched out of Alex's hands and snapped shut.

"Aw, Harold," Alex whines, standing up and wiping the nonexistent dust off of his pants. "You ruin everything."

"And I'll continue to do it as long as you're proposing to my girlfriend," Harry growls, not exactly as playful as Alex is here. Did I expect anything less? Nope.

Then his icy glare turns to me. I quickly look away at Alex, sending him a pleading look.

"Um," the poor waitress squeaks.

Suddenly I remember there are about fifty other people staring at us, no doubt enjoying the drama. My eyes scan around casually, and just as expected, I see disappointed faces all around. Well, disappointed yet craving drama.

Jeez, even celebrities crave the one thing they have enough of.

"Harold, why don't you have a seat? Ellie and I were just staring on lunch." Without waiting for a response, Alex sits down and waves over the waitress. She rushes over and puts down the glasses before she drops them.

I sit down next, smoothing over my dress and sending Alex a glare. He only grins back, the bastard.

Then my phone rings.

As I pull it out, Harry plops down on the seat next to me, grumbling about something.

Daff's name flashes on my screen. My eyes widen in panic. Surely she can't know about this, right? Harry knows because he coincidentally happened to be here. But Daff?

Just in case, I look around to make sure she isn't among the crowd. When she isn't, I pick up the phone and bring it to my ear. "You've reached Ellie."

A pause.

"Elizabeth, when did you send me that email for the final draft of the Parkly account?"

I let out a whoosh of air as I physically relax my muscles. She doesn't know. I'm safe.

"Um... sometime last week. I can check for the exact date–"

My phone is plucked out of my hands by Alex himself. "Princess, why are you making my lunch date work while she's on break?"

At the use of the d-word, Harry tenses even more. I can't help but roll my eyes. Shouldn't he be used to Alex's shenanigans by now?

Alex and Medusa banter back and forth on the phone for a minute before he grins. "Love you too."

Then he hangs up and hands me my phone.

I blink at the mobile device and then look up at him flatly. "She did not say she loved you." Because she hates the use of a verb followed by the word "you". Unless the former word is hate. Or kill.

"She implied it," Alex says confidentially.

"Sure," I drawl, slipping my phone into my purse. Then a realization hits me. I whirl around to face Harry, momentarily forgetting I'm the subject of his glare. "Wait a second, how are you here? You weren't stalking me, were you?"