The manuscript is actually really good, and I can't seem to put it down. I am only two hundred pages in when the phone on my desk rings.

"Hello?" I have no clue how to answer my own office phone. I feel much more grown up than I ever have. "I mean, Tessa Young's office?" I bite my lip and hear a small laugh on the other end.

"Ms. Young, there is someone here to see you. Shall I send him in?" Kimberly asks.

"Tessa, call me Tessa please." I tell her. It seems disrespectful to have her call me Ms. Young, she is far more experienced and older than me.

"Tessa." She says and I can picture her friendly smile. "Should I send him in?" She asks again.

"Oh, yea. Wait.. who is it?"

"I'm not sure.. he uhm.. he has tattoos, lots of tattoos. " She whispers and I laugh.

"Yea, I will come out to get him." I tell her and hang up.

Harry is here, the thought thrills me then scares me. I hope everything is okay. When I walk out into the lobby Harry is standing with his hands in his pockets and Kimberly is on the phone. I get the feeling that she is pretending to be on the phone, I can't tell for sure. I hope that it doesn't seem like I am taking advantage of the great opportunity Mr. Vance has given me by having visitors on my second day.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I approach him.

"Yea, I just wanted to see how your first day was going." He smiles and rolls his eyebrow ring in his fingers.

"Oh. It's great I." I begin to say but stop when Mr. Vance strides toward us.

"Well..well..well.. Come to gravel for your job back?" He smiles at Harry and pats him on the shoulder.

"You wish, you old wanker."  Harry laughs and my jaw drops. Mr. Vance chuckles and raises his fist before playfully nudging Harry in his ribs. They must be closer than I thought.

"So what do I owe the honor? Or are you here to stalk my new intern?" He says and looks at me.

"The second. Stalking interns is my favorite pastime." He says and looks at me. I look back and forth between them, unsure what to say. I love seeing this playful side to Harry, it doesn't come out much.

"Do you have time to get some lunch, if you haven't already?" Harry asks me. My eyes dart to the clock on the wall, it's already two. The day has gone by quickly.

I look at Mr. Vance and he shrugs. "You have an hour each day for lunch so go ahead." He smiles and says goodbye to Harry before disappearing down the hall.

"I text you a few times to make sure you got here but you didn't answer." Harry tells me when we step onto the elevator.

"I haven't looked at my phone, I got sucked into a story." I tell him and I reach for his hand.

"You're okay right? We are okay?" He asks, his eyes locked into mine.

"Yea, why wouldn't we be?"

"I.. I don't know.. I was just getting worried because you weren't answering me. I had thought.. maybe you were starting to regret last night." He looks down.

"What? Of course not. I honestly didn't check my phone. I have no regrets from last night, not a single one." I can't hide my smile as the memories invade my thoughts.

"Good. Well that's a relief." He lets out a breath.

"You drove all the way here because you thought I was having regrets?" I ask. It's a little extreme but flattering all the same.

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