Strings of Fate

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Strings of Fate

Cam 39- Reacting and recounting

As promised, Harry is on my doorstep at ten in the morning. I just wear my normal clothes. this time. Jeans and a soft blue t–shirt. I’m not planning to actually work

the bar today so it

doesn’t matter too much. But these are the clothes that I’m used to. Regardless, Harry greets

me cheerfully and complements me so enthusiastically I have to work not to turn a

magnificent shade of red.

“You look absolutely breathtaking this morning. Are you ready to go?” He asks, holding out at

hand to me. I take it and we head off. Harry didn’t bring his car today so I assume we aren’t

going far.

“Since you insist I have to leave time to actually WORK today, I thought we could just get something at the bakery near your bar and eat there. Is that alright?” Harry asks. I nod.

“Sounds great. Although if that’s the plan, you could have just met me there. Unless this is closer. Where do you live anyway?” I ask. Harry names a street and I stumble a little. The only reason I don’t faceplant is because of Harry’s grip on my hand.

“What? But… that’s right next to my bar! Are you saying that you live closer to my work than I do?” I ask in shock. Harry shrugs.

so.” He

here? Actually… Why

opposite direction!” I point out.

he tells me calmly. I

a little out of his way, not that it is

like mine sitting around all day.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes.

as we walk.

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my hand this

begin to notice other things, like how one of his steps matches two of mine. He must be slowing his pace quite a bit to walk with me. It didn’t ever occur to me. I study him subtly out of the corner of my eye, I suspect that he notices, but if he does then he chooses not to say

little tables while I order us food. Harry doesn’t object to me bossing him around and I go pay for our breakfast. When I return with food he’s at a table that technically seats four. I could sit next to him… But not wanting to make a fool of myself and needing a little distance from him

are unusually quiet as the two of us stuff our faces. I usually eat this late since I like to sleep in, but I doubt Harry usually waits until after ten in the morning for his breakfast. The poor guy

of me, but I was wondering if I could get your number and… maybe take you for drinks tonight?” My eyes latch onto the dark haired beauty who has approached us, or more specifically, approached Harry. She is gorgeous, with her hair cut into a pixie cut that I could never pull off, ice blue eyes and high cheekbones, she

answers cheerfully. The woman frowns. She’s about to walk away but I can’t help but say

I invisible or something? How rude do you have to be to ask a guy out in front of his… his date?” I finish. For a

raises an eyebrow.

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you have said a word to each other for a few minutes now. I assumed you were just sharing the table. If I was seeing a guy who looks like that I definitely wouldn’t be keeping my distance. Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” She sounds sincere and my anger drains away. Well shit, she wasn’t meant to be REASONABLE. How am I meant to take my anger and jealousy out on her if she’s going to be reasonable. I kind of wanted her to fight back. As it is, all I can do is behave myself. Wordlessly, I stand from my seat and move into the one beside Harry, making sure to shuffle it close to him so that the legs of the seat are basically touching. I lean into his arm and taking the hint, Harry wraps

meal in peace.” I tell her, probably a bit rude still, and I’m definitely rubbing my closeness to Harry in her face, but the satisfaction I get as I watch her walk away makes it worth it. Not wanting a repeat of the same scenario, I stay

then it’s worth it.

honesty. Now if you don’t