Crossroads - H.S.

It's been a few days since I started working at the cafe. I'm out of training now and taking tables on my own, which is so refreshing.

I feel like another weight has been taken off of my shoulders- I feel more free.

Harry has been really supportive, and less overbearing. I still call him often at work, but not every hour.

I met a few more awesome people that work here. They're all super kind and helpful, and I can already tell that this place is going to feel like a second home to me.

Harry hasn't lost the insane amount of affection he has been showing me lately, and now that I'm not with him 24/7, it actually feels good.

It feels nice to know that he wants to be around me and that he wants to show affection.

He actually insisted that we go out on a date every week, just to get out of the house. I was surprised by the gesture, but I'm actually really excited because we're going out tonight.

I'm trying not to dress super fancy tonight, but I still want to look good.

I pick out a pair of black high waisted jeans along with a form-fitting ribbed black crop top. I straighten my hair and put on a bit of makeup before I decide that I'm ready.

I meet Harry downstairs, and he's wearing a black shirt with black jeans and a black trench coat draped over it all.

"God, we look like we're in a cult." I laugh, and he looks at me as I'm taking the last step off of the stairs.

"Are we not?" He jokes and steps towards me before putting his hand out to interlock with mine, "You look lovely, by the way. But you always do."

"I know." I wink at him, making him laugh as we walk out the door and into the car.

He opens my door for me, closing it behind me before getting in the driver's seat.

We drive into town, making small talk as Harry pulls up to a restaurant called The Candlelight.

"Harry, I'm not dressed fancy enough for this." I argue, seeing how beautiful the restaurant is, along with everyone who is walking inside.

"Who cares?" He says as he parks the car and takes off his seatbelt.

"I care! I look like I'm about to go to a strip club, not a 5-star restaurant!" I argue, and stay seated as he gets out of the car. He walks around and opens my door, reaching over me to unbuckle my seatbelt.

"We could go to a strip club instead, if that's what you want." He shrugs, stepping back and reaching out for my hand.

"Ha-ha." I say with a straight face as I take his hand.

He leads me towards the entrance and I only feel more insecure as I see how the servers are dressed.

"I look insane."

"We look insane." He corrects me and opens the door for me, following in after me.

"No, you look like a god because you always look like you're getting ready to meet John fucking Lennon." I roll my eyes and take his hand in mine while we wait to be seated.

"John Lennon is dead." He laughs quietly.

"I know." I look at him sideways.

I smile as the host comes back to the podium, grabbing menus for us and telling us to follow her to the table.

"Your server will be right with you." She smiles.

"Okay, thank you." Harry says as she walks away.