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Chapter 12
After our small conversation we lapsed back into silence. I picked at my meal and across from me Harold did the same, deep in thought. Besides us Ryan and Hannah were in their own little world. Harold and I's drama long forgotten as the pair chatted feverishly with one another.
Hannah had moved to sit closer. Their hands intertwined on the table, the food long forgotten between them. I watched jealously. They both were so into each other and I was right in easing Hannah's nerves about Ryan not liking her. By the way he was gazing at her the man was in love. She didn't know it but she already had him wrapped around her finger.
"They may a cute couple." Harold said, making me jump slightly. I hadn't realized how full on staring I was doing.
"They do." I murmured. While I was slightly jealous I was happy for my best friend. She deserved it.
"I promise you he is a good guy. Probably one the best guys I've ever met." Harold looked at the couple before looking
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