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Chapter 6 - Butterflies and Merlot
Placing her grocery shopping down on the worktop, she glanced again at her phone as she took a hair band off her wrist and tired her hair up on top of her head.
She must have checked it at least fifty times since that morning, since she had sent Harvey the friend request. If she remembered rightly, and she's sure she did, she knew Harvey was never one to grace the presence of social media, that's why she was so surprised to see that he had a Facebook account in the first place.
She glanced at her watch, as she finished up putting the last of her groceries away - four forty-five. She decided to give her phone one more check.
Harvey Specter accepted your friend request
She felt the air leave her lungs in one quick exhale as she steadied herself against the kitchen counter. She knew there was a chance he'd accept it, but she hadn't thought beyond this. She covered her mouth with her hand, not knowing whether to smile or cry. She then tentatively opened her app, a feeling that resembled electric butterflies, tingled across her stomach. Something she hadn't felt for a long time. She immediately remembered the other times she had felt that feeling. Mostly, all of them involved a certain New York closer. She smiled and reached for her newly purchased bottle of Merlot and a glass from the side. I think the next thirty minutes are going to require
something more than a glass of water, she smiled anxiously to herself. She poured herself a generous glass, curled her legs underneath her and sat down on her soft, white couch.
After a large gulp of her favourite wine, she opened up Messenger and took a deep breath.
Me: Hey
How has it taken me four years to say that?
Almost instantly, she received a reply, which startled her, as she wasn't expecting him to message so quickly. He must not be busy, was her only thought.
Harvey: Hey
She smiled and took another generous swig from her glass, the butterflies still making their presence known.
Me: So, you finally let Mike get you on Facebook...
She knew who'd persuaded him. It had been four years, but she still knew him.
Harvey: Only because I look good on his friend list.
She let out a snort and nearly spat her wine across her couch. Still as overly confident as ever, she thinks.
Me: Arrogant and as cocky as ever I see?
Harvey: If not more so after four years...
She swirled her wine glass as she thought of another comeback, but struggled. So much had happened between them when they last spoke. Looking back, she knew they'd handled it all wrong. Both as stubborn as each other. She should have reached out to him way before now. Four years? She felt her heart sink. Maybe it was too late.
Me: Why did we leave it so long Harvey? It doesn't seem like four years. I suppose time flies when you're having fun! I really hope you're doing well? How is everyone at that place?
Harvey: Same as ever. But I suppose Louis and Rachel fill you in...
Shit, was that a dig? Of course he knew I'd keep in contact with them. Well, he never contacted me, so he has no right to judge who I speak to. She downed the rest of her glass in one rebellious swoop.
Me: I'm back in New York.
Ok, there I did it. But why? Would he even want to know or care? We were friends; best friends.
Harvey: Since when?
Me: Three days ago. I haven't spoken to anyone yet, but I was walking down Lexington and Fifth yesterday and I passed Del Posto.
Me: I've missed you.
The Merlot had well and truly set in and so the truth will out. Oh well, I suppose there's only one way up from where we are now, she shrugged and waited to see what he'd wittily come back with.
Harvey Specter: Offline.
Well, there you go. Still not able to communicate his feelings. She thought as she tried not to feel too stupid for telling him that she had missed him. Oh well, can't say I didn't try.
She blamed the wine. And as a punishment for said wine, she over-zealously poured more into her empty glass and dialled Rachel.
Shit. Shitting Merlot.