"How do I look?" I asked Harry while blocking him from watching television.
He slowly scanned my outfit. I am wearing a lavender off-shoulder dress and a mini black bag. He smirked before his gaze went to my smirk. He gave me a thumbs up which made me smile.
"Seems like you prepared for your date. huh?" He teased and motioned me to move so he could watch again.
"It's not a date! It's just dinner" I exclaimed and he laughed.
"Numb" He commented.
Suddenly I remembered something. I was called numb back then. When Marx lowkey confessed to me in Japan. A smile plastered on my face and just shook my head to remove those memories. I stood up, It was already 6:30, and it looked like Marx was already there.
"Just cook your dinner, huh," I told Harry.
"Yeah, as always. Enjoy. Bring home a tea
