lunch

It's cute, the way he's flustered asking her out. He's Harvey fucking Specter, New York's best closer, and yet he's boyish and adorable asking her if she has lunch plans for the day.

They've been together all of three days and they were so preoccupied at making up for lost time that they hadn't gotten around to the whole dating aspect of their new reality and the way he's so smitten is making her blush. She's fighting the color in her cheeks but she just can't help it, she's so happy.

She let's him dangle for a while, mostly because she just can't help herself, but finally tells him that her plans are having lunch with him and the grin that immediately graces his face is truly mesmerizing.

He makes her so happy and clearly the feeling is mutual, given that big old grin taking up space on his face and right then and there she decides that that night she needs to talk to him about telling people.

It's been enough time and even though things are still crazy at the firm (as they always are) she's tired of hiding. They've been hiding forever.

Also, she realizes as he walks away, she'd just really like to be able to kiss that smirk off his face in the middle of the work day, professional protocol be damned.