I look into his eyes and start thinking....
He hasn't asked me once if I have a boyfriend... He also hasn't tried to flirt with me.
"I hate that I'm just staring at you like a lunatic." I say.
Harry laughs. "It's alright. You're probably thinking about everything that's happened."
"You just, surprise me." I say.
"How?" He asks.
"Well, you're not like most guys." I say. "You haven't flirted with me or asked if I have a boyfriend or anything."
He smiles. "Do you want me too?"
"What?!?! No! I like that you haven't done any of that to me. I can't go a day without some guy whistling at me or flirting with me or something." I say.
"Well, you know what most of them are after. Plus, if someone whistles at you don't turn around, your a lady, not a dog." He says.
"I know! Finally someone understands me!" I say.
"It's torture!" I say. "Every single day without fail, someone is always doing it to me."
"You don't like it?"
"Well, to be honest, not from them. If I had a boyfriend, maybe I'd like it, but it bugs me that some of the guys that do it, have girlfriends. It makes me despise them." I say.
"I know." He says. "I can see it on your face."
"Oh, uh, sorry. I guess I just get really upset about it and stuff."
"So, why don't you have a boyfriend?" Harry asks. "You brought up that if you had a boyfriend you'd probably like it, so why don't you have one?"
"I'm not the 'dating' type. I keep to myself and stuff, but I don't really date."
"You should give it a try."
"You're not the only one who's said that to me." I say
"Really?" He asks.
"Yeah, a friend of mine said something like that today.... I guess I just haven't seen any guy who actually has respect for women. Unlike you, you haven't been mean or nasty or anything to me. You sure haven't acted snotty or stuck up either, or flirted with me..."
"You know, I like you. You seem to be a fun person."
"Well, thank you. I am sometimes." I say.
He looks at his watch. "Ohh, I have to go. I have to meet the guys."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you." I say.
"It's fine. I actually liked talking to you." He says. "Maybe we'll see each other again."
"Yeah, maybe." I say.
I lead him to the door and then he leaves.
I smile and think of him, which is unusual for me to do about a guy.
The day comes and goes and I begin to wonder what the heck I'm thinking...
You can't fall for him! My inner voice says.