CHAPTER 89

HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW

I ran into Starbucks and pushed past the line of people right to the front. I slammed down an envelope and backed a step away from the counter. At this point many people were yelling at me, but I just ignored them. I kept my eyes locked on Angie, and I waited ever so patiently for her to pick up the envelope.

"What is this?" She asked as she picked it up and twiddled with it in her hand.

I ignored what she said and then backed my way out of the shop.

"Wait, Harry!" She called. But it was too late; I had already began walking down the street.

A FEW HOURS LATER...

I sat down on the step of a pizza shop a few blocks away from my hotel. I hoped more than anything that Angie would show up.

"Harry, what in the world is going on?" She laughed as I stood up and began walking into the restaurant without saying a single word.

I sat down at an empty table and watched as she hesitantly slid into the chair across from me.

"Thank you for coming." I spoke in an even tone.

"It's not like I had anything better to do." She retorted.

"You're going to wish you hadn't said that." I warned.

"And why is that?" She laughed.

"Hello what can I get for you?" The waitress interrupted.

I smiled at the middle aged women who I had spoken to earlier that morning. The thing is, I had planned a whole scavenger hunt for Angie to do. You know, to take her mind off things. That's the only thing I could come up with. Or rather, yahoo answers.

The first step on the scavenger hunt was put into the envelope. It simply said, "Go to the pizza place down the road tonight at 7." From there, she would order a slice of pizza in which there would be a message inscribed on the cheese. Written in pizza sauce would be, "Bowling."

My plan was to excuse myself to the bathroom before her pizza came, and run to the bowling alley. That way she would have to go there to meet me, where another step would be waiting. I had already made the special slice of pizza myself this morning, and had it waiting in the back. It was simple, Angie ordered the pizza, I would leave, then she would leave moments after me.

I was just glad that Karen- the waitress- was willing to help.

I stared back at Angie and waited for her to order the pizza. Her eyes grazed over the menu a few times before she spoke.

"I don't know what I want yet, you can order first." She smiled.

"I think I'm all set." I said as I exchanged a quick glance with Karen.

"Oh. Um, I guess I'll have spaghetti with meatballs please." Angie closed the menu shut and handed over to a flustered Karen. This, was not part of the plane.

Karen shot me a worried look before I cut in. "I hear the pizza here is really great though."

"Good, why don't you get some!" Angie laughed.

"We're all out of noodles." Karen shouted loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.

"I'll just have the meatball then." Angie said through gritted teeth.

"We're out of that too." Karen through her hands up; obviously annoyed.

"She'll have a slice of pizza." I said before Angie could change her order to something else.

"I'm allergic to cheese though!" Angie yelled.

Oh crap.

This was not going well.

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