Harry looked around when Elijah pulled into a parking lot, hoping there weren't that many people, or people that can recognize both of them.
There weren't many people around, and most of them were elderly people who didn't glance there way. Elijah parked close to the front, climbing out a moment later.
Harry almost sighed out loud in relief, thankful there weren't that many people as he climbed out of the car. He opened the door and held it open for Elijah, smiling at the couple as he waited.
Elijah thanked him softly, blushing lightly as he walked in. The store was small, filled with different plants and flowers. It smelled of fresh strawberries and vanilla and he loved it.
Harry let the door close behind him as he looked around the store, sighing softly. It felt nice. But, then again, everything felt nicer than bruises and cuts.
There was a board above the counter with different selections of food and drink, Elijah standing behind the few people in front of them, “Watcha want?”
"Don't care, just get the same thing you're getting," Harry replied, glancing at the board above the counter.
Elijah nodded. He'd probably order french toast as he knew how good it was here, "Okay. Any drink preferences?"
"Nope," Harry replied, slipping his hands into his pockets as he looked around.
The place was small, small leather booths sat at the back with wooden tables and chairs around the rest of the room. There was some form of plant on each with rose gold cutlery to match. It was definitely a place where the elderly would hang around.
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"How did you know of this place?" Harry wanted to know more about Elijah, but didn't want to seem weird or creepy.
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"Went for a walk around town once," He replied with a small shrug, "Found this place and fell in love. I'm friends with the owner, too."
Harry nodded. "It seems like you know more places in this town than I do," he said with a small laugh. "I need to just take a walk around, don't I?"
Elijah giggled softly with a small nod, "You definitely do. You'd be surprised at how many nice places you stumble across."
Harry chuckled. "Then, how about you show my all the nice places you know?"
Elijah smiled up at him, "I might have to now." He went up to the counter and quickly ordered their food and drink. He grabbed their order number before leading them to a table.
Harry smiled and followed Elijah to a table, slipping his hands into his pockets. He glanced outside and then glanced at Elijah, not sure what to do anymore.
Elijah took a seat, gesturing for Harry to do the same, “So, do you do anything besides.. villain work?”
Harry took a seat, looking at Elijah when he started talking. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the wording, fiddling with his lip ring as he glanced at the other. "No, not really, I don't have anything else do besides villain work in my life."
Elijah glanced to his lips as the ring was fiddled with, though quickly glanced away because that was hot, "S-So you're not going to- to collage? Or university?" He asked, "Do you even want to?"
"I want to, and I've been saving up." Harry saw Elijah looking at him and smiled a bit. "But, it's going to be impossible for someone like me to get into college."
Elijah shrugged a shoulder, resting his head in his hand which caused him to pout ever so slightly, “Collages shouldn’t discriminate. If you’ve got the grades and they don’t know what you do then it should be fine.”
How can someone be so fucking CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?! Harry ignored his thoughts as he focused on Elijah's words. "The money I have wouldn't even be enough for one day of college, and being a villain just makes everything worse."
“Could you try getting a proper job?” Elijah asked, the pout deepening a little, “It doesn’t seem fair that you can’t go to collage… could you go for a scholarship?”
"I don't know, not many people would want a villain working for them." Harry sighed softly, ignoring how cute Elijah looked. "And I don't think colleges would give a scholarship to someone like me, it would ruin their reputation."
“I get what you do is well… wrong, but you don’t seem to be all that terrible, you’re quite nice when your not trying to kill me or someone else,” Elijah shrugged a shoulder, “All you’ve gotta do is prove to them you’re a nice guy and you could do the work.”
"That's going to be pretty hard with the reputation I have." Harry flushed softly at the compliment, a small smile on his face.
“Bring that reputation down then,” Elijah replied, “Show them how good of a person you can be.”
Harry chuckled. "Easier said than done." He sighed softly. "Do you know how hard it is to raise your reputation? And, mind you, I have been 'bad' for a long time, which makes it that much harder."
"Lemme help you then," He offered, smiling so sweet it was obvious he was a hero, "If it means you get to go to collage then lemme help.. if you want my help that is because you obviously don't have to take it."
