"you have something in your hair."
isha looks up then, eyes going wide as she recognises his voice, soft lips drawing up into a sweet, short smile.
"harry," she breaths out, watching his face glowing in the sun, "hi."
"do you want me to get it for you?" he presses cheekily, a dimple popping, and isha giggles a little as she leans her head forward, over the cart, and feels harry's large, skilled fingers running across her hair. as soon as he pulls his hand away, isha pulls back, just in time to see him extract a white, dainty flower from his pocket, acting as if he pulled out of her hair.
"there," he says, holding the flower out to her, watching the small petals dance around in the cool wind, the red middle matching the blush on isha's cheeks, "keep this flower for me too?"
isha doesn't say anything as she takes the flower from his hand, fingers brushing against his, and tucks it behind her ear, watching his face go up in a charming smile, eyes squinting as he looks down at her.
"so, harry, can i get you an ice cream?"

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Fanfiction"so, isha, can i buy you an ice cream?" + a short, cute story for my best friend +