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March 29th, 2006

Dear Diary,

It's taken an awful lot of willpower to not write a transcription of every phone conversation I've had with Harry, not matter how trivial, since that last date. Every time I consider it it makes me feel so immature and childish, but I can't help but love the feeling all the same. It seems like everything around me is just better now that I've found him, and I'm really fighting hard to not proclaim I'm in love. Give it at least three weeks, I keep telling myself, then you'll know for sure.

He did call the day after the date just to check in and say hello, as well as promise another outing soon although he wasn't sure when. I understood completely, after all we're both working adults with a lot of tasks to juggle, but I can't help but smile every time I watch tellie and he comes on, whether it be as a picture in a news story or an interview or a speech. All I can think is that's my Harry, that's my lovely Harry.

Today started just like every other average Wednesday, and just before I got in my car to go to work my cell phone rang.

"What time is your lunch break today?" Harry asked the second I clicked it on, not even waiting for a hello from me.

"12:30," I answered, desperately trying to hide the excitement in my voice. Thank goodness he wasn't there with me, because my face was shamelessly portraying my emotions.

"Excellent," he replied, sounding as if he was thinking. "Drive to the little café next to your publications office, the one where most of the interviews are conducted. I'll meet you there. We can talk and grab some coffee."

It certainly was more casual than our exquisite dinner date on the balcony, but I was just as excited for it. After all, if Harry and I couldn't have fun without being extravagant then how were we supposed to get along from day to day?

"I'll see you there," I promised before hanging off the phone, letting out a little squeal of excitement and driving to the office.

The hours couldn't have passed more slowly as I scheduled, copied, met with clients, and listened to shouts and demands from Mr. Hall. On the Monday back to work the office was buzzing with news of my date with Harold Saxon. Interns and secretaries I didn't even know were coming up to me and begging for details. I didn't expect this high a fuss, but I tried to make them go away by saying I enjoyed myself and scurrying back to my office. It was Mr. Hall who demanded about as much as my close friends did, nervous that I had screwed up the company's relationship with Mr. Saxon, but all I could do was smile deliciously and assure Mr. Hall that Harry was looking upon us with favor.

Finally, the clock switched to 12:30 and I raced to my car, leaving only enough time to poke my head into Mr. Hall's office and inform him that I was taking my hour for lunch.

Only a five minute's drive separated me from the café, and as I pulled up I saw Harry's familiar black car in the lot, with the man himself leaning against the left side window. His face lit up when he saw me, and I parked my car next to him. Even though it was my car he still opened the door as soon as it unlocked and offered his arm as we walked inside.

"I'd say that we won't attract attention," he whispered, "but I'm afraid that would be a lie."

It was true. Heads instantly turned as we walked in, some muttering and pointing and others just looking shocked. Harry was accurate when he said that this café is used frequently for interviews, and I saw many of my coworkers look up to stare as we walked inside. There was a whole slew of emotions on their faces, ranging from happiness to support to jealousy to indifference, but I didn't care. I had my Harry.

After we paid for the coffee he led me back outside to the parking lot. He sipped our drinks and exchanged some small talk before we got to the two cars, putting our weight on the windows and just enjoying the other's company.

"I'm sorry about that," he said finally, gesturing to the café. "You don't seem like the person to enjoy all that kind of attention, despite what people may assume seeing as who your father is."

He was perfectly correct, and I couldn't help but show how overjoyed I was that he understood. The public spotlight was not by any means my favorite place to be, yet it was ironic that I willingly thrust myself into it to be with Harry. When I was with him I didn't seem to care who was staring.

"That's perfectly alright," I said, all smiles. "It's a small price to pay for being with you."

He looked at me, and then suddenly perked up as if a brilliant idea just entered his head.

"Get in the car," he told me and I obliged, climbing in the passenger side door and belting myself in just as he stepped on the gas.

"Where are we going?" I asked when we had pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive down the road.

"A few minutes away," he replied. "We're going to have a picnic."

About ten minutes away from where I work is a small park that children like to play in and old ladies like to feed the birds in. There was a small stretch of grass towards the middle, with a little lake dominating about half of it, and ducks floated lazily on the top of its surface. We didn't have anything but our coffee cups for our "picnic" as Harry put it, but it was a beautiful idea and I didn't care. We found a more secluded spot on the grass, underneath a big tree who's newly formed leaves let just the right amount of sunlight through, and I sat myself very close next to him so I could put my head on his shoulder as we watched the ducks swim in their straight little line.

"It's so peaceful here," I said after a few minutes of silence. "Thank you for taking me."

"I want to be somewhere special with you," he admitted. "Not just in the parking lot of a café, but a nice place. A charming place."

The park certainly was picturesque, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend my lunch break. We sat there, my head on his shoulder and our hands intertwined, for what seemed like forever before the beeping of a watch broke the silence.

"Would you look at that!" he exclaimed, "it's 1:20. Better drive you back to work now, don't want your boss complaining about you not being punctual."

"But what about my car?" I asked, "it's still in the lot near the café. I need it to drive home."

"Don't worry," he replied, "I'll pick you up and drive you to your car after work. Though I don't get out until six, is that good for you?"

I gave him a nod and it was decided. At 1:30 sharp I was outside the office building and when six o'clock rolled around, sure enough, Harry Saxon was waiting for me.

He seems to be all I think about lately, which is distracting but as distractions go it's certainly welcome. I don't know when we'll see each other personally again, but all I know is that when we do there's no doubt I'll enjoy myself.

- Lucy