Once In a Lifetime

“Who was he?” Harry asks.
“An actor from LA.” I answer.
“He was hitting on you wasn’t he?” Harry asks with a bit of edge to his voice.
“I guess so.” I say, but before either of us can say any more the artist interrupts us to tell Harry his painting will be delivered to the apartment tomorrow. I’m curious which painting he bought, but I guess I will see tomorrow.
We say goodbye to the artist and start walking towards the apartment. Harry grabs my hand and there we are again walking the streets of New York holding hands. I think screw it, I’m going to be brave after what Ryan told me. I lean in closer and I grab Harry’s arm with my free hand. I’m holding his bicep as we walk. I’m being brave, but not brave enough to look up at him. I mean if he didn’t like it he’d pull away right? After a few moments of us not speaking I muster up the courage to look up at him. He’s smiling. He looks happy. I feel a bit relieved. Then he starts talking about some other parts of New York and I relax instantly. How is it that he always knows what to say or how to act to make me feel at ease?

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