Enchanted

Enchanted - Chapter Five

A/N: It's a filler and it's not very good. I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy it though.

Chapter Five

            Harry ran the cloth up and down the table several times, letting the food drop into the black carrying container. He got stuck with bussing because it was so quiet in the restaurant this morning, and his section was empty at the moment.

            After he finished, Harry set the container on the counter and he quickly slipped on his black apron, checking it to make sure everything was in place. His usual customer just arrived, and Harry didn’t want to make the man wait any longer than needed.

            “Good morning Harry. How are we today?” Simon asked from behind his paper.

            “I’m fine Mr. Cowell. How are you today?” Harry replied, pulling out the familiar pad.

            “I’m good. I want my usual, very boring I know, but I believe it’s the cook’s best dish.” Simon commented, still reading the newsprint.

            “It’ll be right up Sir.” Harry turned around and didn’t realize, but he started to sing along with the radio. The melodic voice caught Simon’s ear, it was his job to find talent. And he may have just found some at this run down diner.

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            “Here you go sir. Enjoy your breakfast.” Harry placed the small feast on the table.

            “Harry. Wait. Could you sit down and talk with me or is that against policy?” Simon glanced around the almost empty café.

            “Just give me one second, I’ll ask my friend if he can cover my tables.” Harry turned back to the kitchen, looking around to spot Niall.

            “Niall. Can you cover for me? Simon wants to talk to me for some odd reason…” Harry asked the blonde boy in the kitchen.

            “Sure. Not a problem. What does he want to talk about though?” Niall questioned, picking up one of his orders.

            “I have no idea.” Harry replied, slipping off his apron and placing it on the counter.

            Harry walked back out to the table and softly asked for permission to sit down.

            “Of course! I asked you to join me, sit sit.” Simon motioned to the chair across from him.

            “So…” Harry tried to start a conversation, but failed miserably.

            “I wanted to ask you if you ever thought of going into the singing career or even writing.” Simon questioned, taking a sip of his black coffee.

            “No actually I haven’t. My dream has always been to be an English teacher, ever since…” Harry trailed off at the thought of his home life before he ran away.

            “Ever since what?” Simon looked up at the boy in front of him, giving him a quizzical gaze.

            “Uhh. Ever since I had such an outstanding teacher in 8th grade, she was my inspiration and my best friend.” Harry mumbled the last part, only loud enough for himself to hear.

            “Well that’s a good job, supporting the community. I admire you Harry, I truly do. But I think you should give singing a try, you never know.” Simon smiled, finished up his meal.