“So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Harry asked me as we continued to sit on the couch watching reruns on TV.
“I have no idea,” I honestly answered.
“You want to go out to eat?” he asked.
“Can we?” I asked him, not knowing if we had enough time or even how much time was left until my dad got back home.
“You tell me,” he said and held out his phone to me so I could see what time it was.
“Yeah we have a couple hours. We should probably eat somewhere close though,” I said.
“Works for me,” he agreed as he stood up from his seat on the couch.
“How do you even keep track of all the different times your dad comes home?” Harry asked me as we walked out of the living room and headed to the front door.
“I never really know what time he is going to get home everyday, I just know what time he is supposed to me let off to go home, and I know the days that he usually stays longer to work,” I explained to him.
“So what day is today? Does he stay longer today?”
“Usually he would stay longer today, but given the circumstances, I don’t think he’s going to stay longer today. If anything he’s probably going to leave his office as soon as he can to get home,” I told him.
“Wait, so are you sure we have enough time to go out to eat?” Harry asked as we walked out of the house and I locked the door behind me before we walked down the driveway.
“Yeah, we have plenty of time before he is even let off work for the day,” I told him.
“Okay,” he said and nodded and we continued to walk down the sidewalk until we approached Harry’s car. We both got into the car, and Harry began to drive out of the neighborhood.
“So where do you want to go to eat?” he asked me, as he was about to make the turn out of my neighborhood.
“There’s a pizza place a few blocks from here if that’s okay,” I suggested, not knowing if he was expecting an actual meal or if he was okay with just having a pizza.
“Yeah, pizza works,” he said, and I told him where he needed to go to get there once he pulled out of the neighborhood.
Once we arrived at the pizza place, Harry was about to park in the front of the parking lot, but I told him just to park in the back. I noticed that lately when I’ve been in the car with him he’s started to park nearer to the front. I felt like he was doing it in attempts to be polite so that I didn’t have a bit longer walk to the entrance of the building, but I honestly didn’t mind him parking at the back. I actually liked his concept of doing it, and no matter where he parked we would still end up in the same place, inside the restaurant.
“So have you been here before?” Harry asked, probably saying the first thing that came to mind so we could start up a conversation instead of walking in silence.
“Yeah, I went here the first time a few years go with my dad, and then me and Bella come here a lot,” I told him.
“So I can take it the pizza is good here?”
“Very,” I said, “I wouldn’t suggest to you a place with bad pizza,”
“I guess you’re right, that’s a good quality in a person,” he laughed.
“Yeah, if someone took me to a place with bad pizza I don’t know how I could ever trust them again,” I joked.
He laughed, and then reached to hold the door open for me as we made our way up to the entrance of the pizza place. When we walked in, the place was seat yourself, so we found an empty booth next to the wall and sat down.
A few minutes later a waiter came by and gave us both menus and took our drink orders.
“Oh,” Harry said, suddenly remembering something.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I was wondering, how did you get my aunt’s home phone number?” he asked me.
“Online phone book,” I answered.
“Ah, smart,” he said, and I nodded.
A little over an hour had passed now, and Harry and I were finishing off the last of the pizza. I picked up the last piece from the pizza that Harry and I split, and once I finished it, the waiter had come by with our check and took up our plates as he left out table.
The meal didn’t cost very much, so I didn’t put up much of an argument when Harry insisted on paying for our pizza. He told me to take it as an apology for sending a text to my phone and not remembering what I had told him. I thanked him anyway, and we both got up to leave.
Once we got into Harry’s car, I checked the time when Harry asked how much longer there was until my dad was going to be home. I looked at the digital time that was projected on the small screen and there was about fifteen minutes until my dad was going to be let off work.
“You probably head back to my house quickly,” I told Harry, “My dad will be home in close to fifteen minutes,”
“Oh, okay,” Harry said, and quickly pulled out of his parking spot and drove out of the parking lot.
As he was driving back, I noticed that he was driving a bit faster, and he nearly ran two red lights. I wanted to tell him that he could calm down and didn’t have to be in such a rush and so stressed to get me back, but honestly I was kind of glad he was doing it so I could assure myself that we would make it back before my dad.
I was relieved when Harry was driving into my neighborhood, and there was still more than five minutes until my dad would get off work. I knew it’d still take him longer than five minutes to get home, but I was still worried that he would already be driving home or something. When Harry was driving down my street though and I didn’t see my dad’s car in sight, my worries basically faded and I mentally let out a sigh of relief knowing that I was in the clear for now.
Harry parked across the street from my house this time since he wasn’t going to be staying for long, and I told him bye and quickly got out of the car, just catching him say bye as I closed his car door and ran across the street to my house.