Chapter Five
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Scarlett Vox was a variety of things, but a grouch she was not. Her face was outlined with a collage of desolate emotions as she stared into oblivion. Harvey wasn't one to care for people's problems especially when it was pretty obvious they didn't want to share. So he decided to carry on with their quest to get him a 'new look'.
"What do you think about this one?" Harvey raised a brown plaid shirt to his body, admiring how simple it looked. "This is cool right?" He wiggled his eyebrows, desperate to relieve Scarlett of her troubled look.
"Yeah it's fine," she mumbled.
Harvey sighed impatiently, that was the same comment she gave to last ten shirts he'd presented. Nonetheless, he dropped the shirt into the shopping cart.
"Look, Scarlett, I don't know what's going on in your life right now, you clearly don't want to share and I respect that. All I'm asking is show a bit more interest, this was your idea after all."
Scarlett heaved a long sigh. She'd always been terrible at hiding her emotions, Harvey was being unusually cooperative about shopping for new shirts, while she was being a bacon brain.
"I'm really sorry, I'm just feeling a bit down. I can't fake being happy for shit." Scarlett let out an awkward laugh.
"Whatever it is I'm sure you'll get passed it, you're Scarlett Vox, after all, the bravest girl I know," Harvey said as he went through another clothing rack.
"You think I'm brave?"
"Of course, you're badassery is legendary. I mean you don't care about rumours, your confidence amidst vile whispers is suffocating," Harvey said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Scarlett stared at him in bewilderment. "Are you f*****g with me?"
"Nope."
"You Scarlett might love s*x more than the next hormonal teenager, might dress a little risqué, however, you do it with so much pizzazz and that's why I admire you."
"Thank you, that means a lot," Scarlett said.
Harvey smiled in a 'like you didn't know' manner. He grabbed another clothing item from the rack, his eyes glistened with familiarity.
"Behold the black leather jacket," Harvey announced loudly, attracting a few head turns from fellow shoppers, but nothing too tragic.
Scarlett laughed, happiness radiating off her golden skin. "You should try it on."
"Um, okay," Harvey said with uncertainty. He pulled the jacket over his shoulders, the rugged material settled in making him feel a sense of superiority to anyone who wasn't broody or didn't have a despondent past.
"I feel a sudden urge to break hearts," Harvey whispered.
Scarlett stared into his russet eyes, "I think this is the one."
A/N
Oof, who is in love with Harvey already? Is bacon brain a thing already?
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