After the 'incident' Harry had led me to a booth in Mario's. I sat down on the red leather, inhaling the comfortable smell of taco's and such. Harry sat across from me and handed me a menu.

I scanned through the pages and finally decided on a small taco salad. Harry nodded towards the menu, "Those are good. Atleast so I've heard.."

The waitress came by and smiled at Harry nervously. He winked at her, causing her to blush and hold her head down.

"Hello, my name is Isabele and I'll be your server for this evening. What can I get you, dear?" She turned to me, smiling.

I returned the smile. "I'd like the Taco Salad, please."

"Okay, and for you?" she turned to Harry.

"The usual." he winked again.

She giggled and ran off to the kitchen. I arched my eyebrow accusingly. "Got history here?"

"Me and Isabele used to be... how do you say it without it getting weird?" he asked, tapping his chin.

"You used to date?"

"Yes!" he pointed a thin finger at me. "That's right, angel. But don't worry. I have my eyes on something..." his eyes darted to my chest. "more grown."

I covered my chest by folding my arms across it. "You don't have to be such a pervert, Harry."

"Oh come on, Tinsley! I'm a guy. It's what guys do! And you blush everytime I do it, SO don't act like a bitch about it."

"Whatever, Harry." I turned away.

"Tinsley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you." He took my hands in his. "You bring out the beast in me.." he smiled softly.

"H-Harry please let me go. I'm not your type!" I said, yanking my hands from his grip.

"But you are! You're like the innocence I never had. And I feel like I have to indulge in it everytime I'm with you."

"You're lying aren't you. Lying just seems like the answer to you doesn't it?" I yelled softly.

He flinched. "No. It doesn't. When it comes to you, I'd never lie about my feelings. I like you, Tinsley. I really do.."