Taking your hand in his, you lead him through the door of the coffee shop. The bell jingles as the door closes behind you. 

"Could you get me my regular?" You ask him, spotting an open table in the corner. 

"Yep."

As he walks towards the counter, you see Joe, a regular, at the Corner Cafe. 

"Hey Joe," you greet him as you shed off a few layers of clothing. 

"Hey sugar pie. Nasty weather out there today, wouldn't you say?" He grins, showing off his pearly whites. Old Joe had been sitting in the same exact table every morning since you had moved five years ago. His snowy hair and warm smile reminded you of your grandfather, who had passed away many years ago. Joe was one of the few people you could talk to for hours. He talked about his time in the war and his late wife with passion and love in his eyes. 

"Yes, it's quite chilly out there today." 

"Who's the guy?" Joe asks, loudly. 

You turn around, his back is facing you. His fingers tap the counter impatiently, waiting for the lady to finish making his coffee. You preferred plain black coffee to his half-whole milk, extra hot, one quarter non-fat, no foam latte with whip and two packets of splenda. 

"Oh, he's just a friend," you reply with a tight smile turning your attention back to Joe. 

"Mmmm, ain't that what they all say," Joe clicks his tongue before taking a bite of his bear claw. 

A hand holds out a coffee from behind your back. "One plain, black coffee." 

"Thank you," you say as you turn around and give him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Come on, let's go sit," He orders as his hand finds the small of your back. 

You collect your jacket and scarf, before saying bye to Joe. 

"Bye love," he nods. "See ya tomorrow."

"Who's that guy?" He asks critically. 

"Oh, that's Joe," is all you say. 

"Oh."

You both sit down at the corner table in silence. You look out the window to the foot of snow which covers the city's sidewalks. Blowing on your coffee to cool it down, you watch all the different kinds of people walk up and down the street. 

You turn your attention to across the table. His face buried in his phone, as he types away furiously. His dark eyelashes flutter and he runs a hand through his gelled hair. He takes a quick sip of his coffee without taking his eyes off the screen. 

"The snow is so beautiful, don't you think?" You ask him, trying to get his attention. You watch him intently, hoping he'll at least look up. 

"Yeah," is all he says as he continues his work. You roll your eyes. 

The door bell rings as another customer enters, just as his phone starts buzzing. He looks at you as his thumb lingers over the accept button. 

"Just take it," you say, taking a sip of the piping hot coffee. It burns your tongue every time.

"Ow!" He doesn't even turn around to see if you are alright as he walks outside. 

"You always do that you know," says a familiar voice you haven't heard in a while. 

Just his voice brings back too many memories. You are afraid to turn around. You haven't seen his face in more than three months, and you didn't know if you were mentally prepared for what was about to happen. Last time you tried to have a civil conversation with him, he ended up getting a brush thrown at his head. 

You take a breath, and turn around slowly. 

Here he is. His green eyes sparkle. His chocolate curls are longer than last time she saw him, but he still looked just as good. His hands are shoved into his back pockets, as he sways back and forth with a big smile on his gorgeous face. 

"Hello Harry." 

"Hi," he takes his seat across from you. You glance out the window and see him still yapping away on the phone. 

"How are things since you threw a hair brush at me?" He asks with a smirk on his face. 

You crack a small smile, before making a straight face. He will not try and charm you into talking to him. You lean back in your chair and cross your arms against your chest. 

"Fine," you reply dryly. 

"Who's the guy?" He questions you. 

You laugh. "Joe asked the same question fifteen minutes ago," you respond. 

"How is Joe?" He asks, genuinely interested. 

"He's doing good, he was complaining about the weather today."

Harry laughs. You and him would come here every morning and sit with Joe while he told you stories of his youth before you went your separate ways for work. 

"John is his name." Harry nods in response. 

"Does he make you laugh?" Harry asks quietly, his bottle green eyes searching yours desperately looking for an answer.  

"He doesn't make me cry." 

His face drops and he looks like a small child as he fills with guilt. He gets up, pushing the chair back as he collects his coat. "Guess I better get going before your boyfriend finishes doing whatever is more important than paying attention to you," he says. "See ya when I see ya," he smiles weakly. 

Harry's comment stings. He begins walking away. "Wait!" 

His head whips around as you walk closer to him. Your lips press gently against his soft cheek. 

"See ya when I see ya, Harry."

Oh my gosh! I finally updated! And we're almost at 100k!! 

Happy late bday harold... don't be partying too hard in tokyo.