“You’re a big flirt,” I said.

            “I know, the best one out of the entire band,” he replied.

            “Proud to call yourself the flirt…” I said looking at him. He stared back at me.

            “Yeah…”

            “Yeah,” I said.

            A new waitress came to our table and we ordered our lunch. I was actually a lot hungrier than I thought. My eggs this morning were pretty bad.

            “So where did you go to college?”

            “Up in Vermont… I went to UVM.”

            “Good school,” he said, “Isn’t it really cold there though?”

            “It’s freezing in the winter, but I don’t know… I like the cold…”

            “You do?”

            “Yep, it’s funny because I have a summer birthday too. I hate the summer. It’s too hot out.”

            “Oh…” he said and I nodded.

            “So tell me about England… Were you known as Harry the heart throb?”

            “Oh of course I was, all the girls loved me,” he smiled his dazzling smile.

            I nodded.

            “I’m sure all the guys were after you too,” he said.

            “Some…” I shrugged. None of them were cute. None of them.

            “When did you get your first boyfriend?”

            “I’ve only ever had one and we only went out for like a month…”

            “Are you serious?”

            “Mmhmm…”

            He frowned, “They’re crazy…”

            I shrugged again and looked at my placemat. I’d been here so many times in knew exactly what was on them. I traced the designs with my finger.

            “So how’s the band?”

            “Good, they really want to meet you.”

            I looked up, “Why?!”

            “Because I told them how amazing you are. They want to meet you…”

            “Harry…”

            “Come on Maya, I think you’ll love them.”

            “I don’t know…”

            “You were so forward with me, why don’t you want to meet them?”

            “It’s not that I don’t want to meet them, it’s that I don’t want to be all awkward and just like, ‘oh… yeah… I’m Maya… yup…’”

            He laughed, “That never happens with the band. Louis always has something to say.”

            “Fine Harry… maybe someday this week…”

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