Do you know the true power of love?
Or the story of how music becomes the beginning of the new life.
Elizabeth Grant is left alone in a town where she has nothing. Is It over? Fate doesn't think so.
Nothing interesting has happened in the last 4 days. This morning I went to driving school. Progress is noticeable, slow but still. Could be worse. I also finally went to the long-awaited rehearsal that Jay was talking about a week ago. No wonder Harry was there. I noticed that all the attention in the room belongs to him, he talks loudly, teases everyone and fools a lot, but the guys are used to it probably a long time ago. And this doesn't prevent the lead singer from being productive and industrious, he constantly writes something in his notebook. All the guys are very talented, when Sarah played the drum part, I was a little overwhelmed with shock and admiration. We sat for a couple of hours talking, getting to know each other and enjoying the music. I think I joined the company really well, hopefully Jay will call me next time. He mentioned that they have been playing together Harry since high school. By the way, he didn't say why he won't be at work today. Anyways, San Francisco finally pleased us with the good weather, but it didn't last long. There was a cool wind, and the sun would occasionally hide behind the clouds. I hope by the evening...
— Watch where you're goin... — speak of the devil. — I'm sorry, — Harry said calmly — Hi, are you okay?
What in the hell?!
— Oh, that's how you greet. Who would have thought. Well, next time, try not to knock me off, please, — but it didn't look like my words offended him.
— I can't promise, — he said, shrugging his shoulders.
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— Why are you wearing shorts? — I couldn't help but asked. Summer is only beggining, it's still pretty cold.
— Just went out for a run, — as if this explains everything, then why did he put on a beanie?
— Look, in the 21st century people still don't know what a weather report is, — I took revenge for the bride joke.
— Playing smart? — Harry raised one eyebrow.
— Am I? — I'm still mad that he bumped into me and now this.
— Well, then, is there anything else to say, your Majesty? — He doesn't give up.
— Actually, yeah, next time I recommend you to at least look out the window, — I'm not the one who's outdone. He didn't say anything with an amused smile on his face.
— Thanks fot the chat but the game is over, — I shrugged and passed through him. I have to be at work in ten minutes.
—I'll walk you, — he rushed after me.
— You don't even know where I'm going, — I resented him.
— Don't make me laugh, of course you're going to work.
— How would you know? — I'm not gonna let him win that easily.
— You were the one saying you don't have day offs, — Did he really remember that?
