Side Glances

I pushed my way into the tiny cafe. The smell of coffee, muffins, and brick wafted to me, the scent so comforting. I was wearing the grey sweater thing, and leggings, as Megan had suggested. I also, as she had said, was a bundle of nerves. My fingers wouldn't stay still, and my leg kept bouncing. My mind told me he wouldn't show up.
I ordered a small tea, seeing as it always takes me a while to drink, a small would suffice. I sat in a small booth in a corner, the brick wall behind me. I looked out the window to my left, warming my hands on the cup. The cold seeped through the windows. I sat there for about ten minutes, and my tea was only about a fourth gone. I looked down at it, then back out the window, then back at the tea. My head sprang up when the bells on the door jangled, only to look back down. It was an older man, I'd seen him here quite a lot. I sighed. The rational part of my brain kept repeating itself, he wasn't coming. I checked my watch.
"7:36. Breakfast?" I muttered. What time does he have breakfast? I began to pick at my fingers, my leg doubling its pace. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I bet he doesn't come. He doesn't even know what I look like." I was the weirdo in the corner, talking to myself. Great. The bells rang again, my head not looking this time. I remained statuesque, the no longer steaming cup becoming suddenly interesting. Little bits of tea leaves swooshed around in the bottom of the deep brown liquid, the peppermint scent dragging me to take another sip. Very slowly, a cup bigger than mine, and a huge hand, appeared across the table. The hand set the cup down, the steam whisking itself upwards beautifully. The chair was pulled out, emitting a sound equivalent to the screams of Satan. I looked up, craning my neck to see his face. He smiled, his teeth perfectly white and straight.
"Hello." He said, sitting down. I was in a stunned silence, my eyes probably wider then they should have been. he grinned, lifting his cup and drinking.
"Oh, um, hey." I cleared my throat. "I'm Sa-"
"Sasha. I know, I remember you." He smiled. Does he ever get tired of smiling.
"And you're Harry. I remember you." I smiled with closed lips before pursing them and looking down again. I heard him inhale. This was awkward.
"So, how's life been going?" He crossed his arms, the cup between his elbows, and hand almost all the way to my side.
"Pretty good. I've been going to college, almost done with freshman year. Haven't seen my parents since I left. It's good, but I get homesick sometimes, I guess that's the price of knowledge." I put a hand over my mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to talk so much." He was still smiling.
"Nah, it's cool. Your talking is making this less awkward."
"Oh good. I thought I was the only one who thought this was awkward." I let out a relieved huff of breath. He laughed. Oh god.
"No, it is. I mean, I haven't seen you since graduation, you looked great by the way, so I didn't know if you were like, goth, or hipster, or whatever. I was genuinely scared to come today." I laughed timidly.
"That's funny, haha, I thought you wouldn't come. Haha." I sunk in the booth a little, confidence draining. He perked up.
"Shit. No! I mean that I was worried you'd be weird, but now that I'm here I see that you're not, but I thought you would be so I was late because my friend had to shove me out otherwise I wouldn't have come." He leaned over the table, trying to clarify. I rolled my neck to the side, slinking to the edge of the booth seat I was in. He seemed to rethink what he had just laid out. "No, fuck this is a disaster." He hung his head in his hands. "I am so sorry. I'm not good with this. I mean, I overslept, my friend got me up and shoved me out the door. I was worried that you would've changed over the year we've been gone because most people do, but now that I've talked to you for a minute I see that you haven't changed." He flopped his arms down, palms to the ceiling. His eyes trained on my face. I looked over to the counter, not wanting to be here any longer. I subtly slipped my bag into the crook of my elbow. I nodded, looking interested.
"That was a wonderful explanation, I thought that the cussing really added to it." I sat up, gripping the cold paper cup. I threw back the rest of the tea, swallowing it quickly and crushing the cup in my hand. "To make you feel less weird about that, I'll say a few words." I continued to destroy the cup. "I was super nervous for this last week. I was curious as to the state you'd be in. I was jittery and nervous and queezy and I couldn't sit still while I was waiting for you this morning. I thought you wouldn't come. Yes, I know I'm weird." I took a breath, watching his face but not meeting his eyes. "I'm so glad to hear that you would've rather stayed home. That makes me feel so good about myself." I stood up at this point, shoving the shredded crinkled cup remains in my bag. I met his eyes. "Please thank your friend for being so kind as to forcefully shove you out the door to see me. It was an informative experience to see you again, Harry, have a great day." I turned on my heel and walked out, readjusting my bag to my shoulder. I heard clattering and shuffling behind me as I strolled out the door.
"No no no, wait!" His deep voice called, still in the cafe. I glanced behind me, seeing him up righting a chair before grabbing his cup and sprinting out. He looked around before running to me. "I am very sorry I offended you, I promise I didn't mean too." He tugged the scarf he was wearing. "Can you help with this, it's itchy." He pointed to it, giving up. I sighed and let my hands reach up to pull it off.
"Lean down you giant." I held the warm fabric as he leaned down for me. I swirled an end around his neck a couple times before putting my hands in between his neck and the scarf on either side and pulled away, loosening it. I rotated it a couple inches to make it look better before nodding. I let my fingers wander for a moment, fingering the end of his hair. I let it go, retracting my hands to my sides.
"Thanks." he said, standing fully once more. He chuckled, looking down at me.I glared at him, continuing my march to the park a few miles away. His footfalls crushed the light layer of snow beneath his feet.

"So what was your opinion of me in high school?" He asked after a few minutes of sitting on a bench in the park.
"I don't know. Do you want creepy, or fake?" I asked, holding a hand out to catch some of the falling snow. It had started to snow while we were walking, the light flakes coming down heavier now then they had been when they started.
"Uh, let's go creepy." He chuckled, pulling a hand out next to mine, his huge hand catching more snow than both of mine would. I shrugged.
"Ok. I thought you were hot."
"That's it? Just hot? Come on, I'll give you my opinion of you if you finish yours."
"Hot, tall, sexy, brooding, dark, happy, funny, amazing. I was totally creeping on you. I told my best friend that you were like an Adonis figure." I hid my face in my hands. "This is so creepy, I'm so sorry!" He just laughed and laughed, falling off the bench to clutch his stomach. It took him a few minutes but he sat back down and settled.
"Oh my, that's priceless! " he wiped his eyes. I scowled at him, turning my body away from him. "No, that's so cute though, oh my god. I though you were short. Seriously. Short. I also thought you were cute, as I still do, sexy, talented, smart, quiet, and odd." I gave him a look. "No, for real, junior year, you wore light blue jeans." I cringed and groaned.
"No, don't remind me." He cackled.
"Yes! That was so-"
"Nope!" I covered my ears and started singing. He tried to pry my hands away, laughing and cackling like a mad man.
"No, come on! We should get going, I think it's gonna dump buckets on us in a minute." I finally gave in and let my hands fall.

We stared our walk back to his car, where we would separate, or go somewhere else. Two minutes into our trek, the sky opened.
"Holy shit!" I started to walk faster, Harry's long legs no match to my short ones. He stopped a few feet in front of me, opening his jacket. "You're legitimately going to freeze you idiot!" I shouted, catching up to him. He motioned me forward, ushering me into the heat of his skin, closing the jacket around my shoulders. He hugged me as we shuffled through the snow once more. He felt solid and super warm on my skin, the thin shirt he was wearing doing nothing to hide his physique.

We got back to his car and piled in the back seats. He leaned over the seats to turn the car on and heat it up before pulling blankets out of the passenger seat.
"I think we should get comfy." he looked at me, his dimple showing.
"Yeah, I think we're gonna be stuck for a while." I agreed, grinning shyly at him.

Notes

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