“Harry.” She spoke to the curly-haired boy, acknowledging his presence, then throwing her head back and to take a sip out of the bottle she held in her hand.
“What’s your name?” Harry spoke in my ear, his raspy voice strangely audible over the deafening music. A shiver was sent down my spine.
I looked up into his eyes, a smile on my face. “Molly.” I replied, having to stand on tip toes to speak into his ear.
“Molly.” He repeated, dimples appearing as he smiled down at me. “I like that.”