"Harvey... Just tell me."
Mike was sitting on the balcony, as he'd been instructed. Harvey wasn't telling him what he was cooking and it was starting to make him nervous. What if he didn't like it? It smelled delicious... there were definitely tomatoes involved because he could smell them and he was pretty sure he'd seen some when he'd tried to sneak a peek.
"Be patient. It'll only be another fifteen minutes," Harvey called. "Are you okay out there? Cold? Thirsty?"
"I'm okay. Just a little lonely," Mike replied hopefully. Harvey appeared at the door and Mike just laughed.
"An apron? Really?"
"Do you want me to get food on this suit?"
Harvey walked towards him and pulled him out of the chair, kissing him on the forehead gently. He was different to how he'd imagined. Sure, Harvey could be forceful in the bedroom (or wherever else they happened to be having sex) but Mike was pretty sure he'd once told him that he was against having emotions. They looked out across the city together, with Harvey pressed up against his back, his head crooked slightly to come to reast on his shoulder. Mike had discovered early on that this was something Harvey loved to do and he could see why. The city was a thing of beauty, especially at night. The lights and the movement, it was almost as if it was alive. Harvey pressed another soft kiss on his jaw and pulled away.
"Let me get back to the kitchen. Not long now, I promise."
Mike was nervous again. What if it was too fancy? On their first date, Harvey had convinced him to try oysters and had laughed at the face he'd pulled. He waited patiently until he heard the clattering of something being taken out of the over. Cheese, he was pretty sure there was cheese. Harvey appeared at the door again and the apron was gone, as was the suit. He was wearing a dark brown shirt with light brown pinstripes, one button undone. He was holding the tie he'd been wearing earlier (emerald green, one of Mike's favourites) and he walked forwards and pressed it onto Mike's eyes.
"Come on, Harv, tell me what it is."
Harvey just chuckled and tied the tie around his head. Mike heard footsteps, more clattering and then the footsteps returned. Something was set down onto the table and Mike had to assume that it was a tray of some kind; Harvey had already set the table with plates and cutlery. He felt the tie being loosened and for a second time that evening, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Pizza?"
It didn't look like anything he'd ever ordered, sure, but Harvey had just made a big song and dance about pizza and that was wonderful.
"It'll be the best pizza you've ever had," Harvey said, sitting down and pulling a piece onto his plate. "Oh and Mike? Yes, you have to use the cutlery."
He sighed and pulled a piece towards him, stopping when he noticed something.
"Is there a problem?" Harvey asked.
"Harvey... There's cheese in the crust," Mike replied and Harvey just grinned. It wasn't just Mike that could remember things.
