EZRA
Immediately the food arrives, Harlem steps out; dressed in a black top that hugs all the right places and branded sweatpants.
I drop the food on the table and go to help her with her box. She looks at me like she wasn't expecting that with wide eyes. I smile at her.
"I'll take care of this. Go eat." I tell her and take her luggage, which is just a medium sized box and a tote bag to the car.
When I walk back in, she's already eating on the couch, so I join her on the other end. I take note of the time and we have an hour before the flight.
"Thank you." She says. I turn to her and she's already staring at me. I smile at her, staring at her radiantly pale skin and gold eyes; hair down in waves all around her and I have to tear my eyes away because she's so gorgeous, it hurts.
"For what?" I say taking a bite of my food.
