For information see Pt 1
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1235 Zulu
Somewhere Off The Beltway
Coffman's Delicatessen
Harm pulled into the driveway of the deli five minutes late. He hurriedly got out of his corvette and silently cursed Manetti for holding him up at deliberations.
Deep down, Harm knew he wasn't worried that Sarah would be upset, it was only five minutes after all, but rather, even missing a little bit of time to see her bothered him.
Unfortunately Harm wasn't ready to dig that deep yet.
Harm entered the deli and looked for Sarah's familiar face. He saw her sitting at a table in the corner by a window.
He walked up to the table and was about to apologize for being late, but he paused. She was staring out the window, so deep in thought that she didn't hear him approach. It wasn't as if she was crying, just her eyes looked so sad, kind of like after that phone call the first day he met her.
Suddenly, she noticed his presence she turned and smiled.
"Harm, you're la-"
"Yeah, I know. I'm late. I'm sorry. I was in deliberations and another lawyer, Manetti, kept trying to interrupt me."
Harm sat down across from her and she laughed.
"Ah yes, the annoying opposition. The plight of all lawyers."
"I hope you don't consider me the annoying opposition."
"We're on the same side. We're both after the truth."
Then Harm noticed that she had in front of her, the thickest pastrami sandwich he had ever seen, not to mention with all the trimmings, mustard, vinegar, tomatoes, lettuce, the whole nine yards.
Sarah saw where he was looking and she laughed sheepishly.
"Well, you were late and I was hungry and I missed breakfast and, and ..."
Harm laughed. Sarah was definitely different than any other woman he had ever known.
"It's OK, I was just wondering where you put it all."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should."
Sarah blushed and Harm realized that there was nothing more beautiful.
The waiter came to the table and rolled his eyes when he saw these two. He knew that these two would be too caught up in each other to leave a decent tip when the time came.
"Hi, I'm Jimmy Proffitt, what can I get you guys?"
"Well, I'll take a Greek salad and a coke and I'll be willing to bet that the lady would like a refill on her ice tea."
"Well, the lady can speak for herself. I would like a refill of ice tea, sweetened, and a turkey sandwich, extra mayo, no pickles."
"OK, got it. It will be ready in a minute."
The waiter left the table and Harm stared incredulously across the table at Sarah, while Sarah gave him a similar look.
"Another sandwich?!?"
"Yeah, well I told you I was hungry and besides the first sandwich was pastrami, and what's with having a teeny bit of rabbit food? Why doesn't the big strong Navy man eat a real meal"
"And die at the ripe age of 45 with clogged arteries, no thank you. I prefer to eat healthy."
Both Harm and Sarah laughed, sharing a moment of comfort that takes many friends years to achieve.
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(AN: I'm going to try and write this as fast as possible. More reviews would help)
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1235 Zulu
Somewhere Off The Beltway
Coffman's Delicatessen
Harm pulled into the driveway of the deli five minutes late. He hurriedly got out of his corvette and silently cursed Manetti for holding him up at deliberations.
Deep down, Harm knew he wasn't worried that Sarah would be upset, it was only five minutes after all, but rather, even missing a little bit of time to see her bothered him.
Unfortunately Harm wasn't ready to dig that deep yet.
Harm entered the deli and looked for Sarah's familiar face. He saw her sitting at a table in the corner by a window.
He walked up to the table and was about to apologize for being late, but he paused. She was staring out the window, so deep in thought that she didn't hear him approach. It wasn't as if she was crying, just her eyes looked so sad, kind of like after that phone call the first day he met her.
Suddenly, she noticed his presence she turned and smiled.
"Harm, you're la-"
"Yeah, I know. I'm late. I'm sorry. I was in deliberations and another lawyer, Manetti, kept trying to interrupt me."
Harm sat down across from her and she laughed.
"Ah yes, the annoying opposition. The plight of all lawyers."
"I hope you don't consider me the annoying opposition."
"We're on the same side. We're both after the truth."
Then Harm noticed that she had in front of her, the thickest pastrami sandwich he had ever seen, not to mention with all the trimmings, mustard, vinegar, tomatoes, lettuce, the whole nine yards.
Sarah saw where he was looking and she laughed sheepishly.
"Well, you were late and I was hungry and I missed breakfast and, and ..."
Harm laughed. Sarah was definitely different than any other woman he had ever known.
"It's OK, I was just wondering where you put it all."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should."
Sarah blushed and Harm realized that there was nothing more beautiful.
The waiter came to the table and rolled his eyes when he saw these two. He knew that these two would be too caught up in each other to leave a decent tip when the time came.
"Hi, I'm Jimmy Proffitt, what can I get you guys?"
"Well, I'll take a Greek salad and a coke and I'll be willing to bet that the lady would like a refill on her ice tea."
"Well, the lady can speak for herself. I would like a refill of ice tea, sweetened, and a turkey sandwich, extra mayo, no pickles."
"OK, got it. It will be ready in a minute."
The waiter left the table and Harm stared incredulously across the table at Sarah, while Sarah gave him a similar look.
"Another sandwich?!?"
"Yeah, well I told you I was hungry and besides the first sandwich was pastrami, and what's with having a teeny bit of rabbit food? Why doesn't the big strong Navy man eat a real meal"
"And die at the ripe age of 45 with clogged arteries, no thank you. I prefer to eat healthy."
Both Harm and Sarah laughed, sharing a moment of comfort that takes many friends years to achieve.
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(AN: I'm going to try and write this as fast as possible. More reviews would help)