Harry smiled, "Sure, Gin, an omelette would be great." He walked over to near where she was in the kitchen and sat upon a countertop, watching her cook. She was so beautiful, her hair falling down messily in her face. She seemed to have a natural grace about her, even when doing something little such as cooking. Watching her made him forget all about telling Elizabeth and enjoy the moment.
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