"Truly, I'd do anything for him. If he really wanted me to, I'd do anything for him. If he asked me to walk away from the chance of a lifetime, I would...I'd probably even be happy about it." Fifteen years prior, Elizabeth waltzed into Harry's life...
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By nine a.m, I've reached the middle of my shift and I feel like an absolute zombie. Why did I put myself through this? I live at home, I've got enough money saved in the bank to go without a job for probably a good two years—that is, if I continue to live at home. So, why was I doing this to myself? Margot was smiling down at a customer, popping her gum with her hand on her hip. She looked so cute and lively, and I'm sure he'd give her a great tip for it. I feel like I resemble death in some way, hence zombie. As the bell on the door chimes, I turn to see what bastard has just come to ruin my morning a little bit more, but I almost smile when I see that it's my favorite bastard. He sits down in a booth in my section and waves to me. Margot's eyes are already taking him in, as they always do. She's got some weird thing for him, that hasn't ever bothered me before, but now I feel...almost territorial? I must be incredibly grumpy. I trudge over to him and he grins up at me. "Good morning, sunshine."
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"I blame you for my exhaustion."
"I accept the blame." He says, "I had a lovely night's sleep." I simply glare at him, whilst contemplating strangulation.
"Why, thank you, Margot." He responds, charmingly. "As do you."
"I got highlights in my hair, that might be why." She purrs. Jesus. I blatantly roll my eyes at their chit-chat. "Or this new bra that I bought. It makes me look quite...endowed." Harry's smiling like the boy that he is and I stare down at my notebook.
"I think it makes them look saggy." I deadpan and then turn back to Harry. "What do you want to eat?" He's clearly trying not to burst into laughter.
"What the hell crawled up your arse this morning, El?" She asks me, sounding slightly hurt, before walking away. I only feel a small sliver of guilt.
