Harry and his Brainy Girls

Harry and his Brainy Girls

By: Sheltie

A/N: here’s another different one.

The sound of a lowly saxophone playing the blues pierced Tracey’s ears as she stirred her drink with a plastic stir stick. She sighed as she stared out the window as people walked by trying to cover themselves from the downpour going on outside.

“Fools, all of those people should be home” Tracey muttered.

“I couldn’t agree more, but try telling them that.”

Tracey turned her head to see a guy about her age. He had messy black hair, green eyes that were behind a pair of glasses and a lopsided smile.

“And you are?” she asked.

“Sorry, name’s Harry. Nice to meet you” he said holding out his hand.

“Tracey” Tracey said taking Harry's hand and shaking it.

“Mind if I join you, a pretty woman like you shouldn’t be sitting alone?” Harry asked.

Tracey’s cheeks took on a light pink hue.

“Go ahead, but flattery will only get you so far” she said coolly trying to act like she wasn’t blushing.

“I know, but I was only being honest. A habit of mine” Harry said flashing Tracey a smile as he sat down across from her.

Tracey felt her cheeks again went pink, but she forced it down. She couldn’t let a guy get to her. No guy has ever gotten to her before and this guy wasn’t going to be the first. Nope, no way in hell.

“So Tracey, what brings you here this rainy day?” Harry asked casually.

“I needed a place to think and this was the closest place and I like the atmosphere here” Tracey said.

“I see, so you like Blues bars” Harry said.

“That’s what this place is?” Tracey asked with a bit of surprise.

“Never been to one before?” Harry asked.

Tracey shook her head.

“A pity, they’re a nice hang out since they don’t get a lot of crowds like other bars and clubs. Well, this one doesn’t” Harry said.

“You seem to know a lot” Tracey commented.

“I do since I do play here sometimes” Harry said.

“Oh, and what instrument do you play?” Tracey asked curiously.

“The trumpet, but I do know how to play the saxophone as well as the piano. I also write my own music” Harry said.

“Really, you any good?” Tracey asked.

“I am alright” Harry said nonchalantly.

“A musician who doesn’t have an ego, my what a rare sight” Tracey said with humor.

“Oh, I do have an ego, it comes with the territory. I just keep my locked down as much as possible” Harry said with humor shimmering in his eyes.

Tracey felt at ease with Harry. She smiled.

They shared a drink as they chatted about unimportant things. As they kept talking Tracey felt more and more at ease with Harry. She really liked his smile and then there was those green eyes. Lord, those should have some kind of warning on them. They could make any girl do anything really. Tracey wasn’t the exception, just she had some willpower, but even that was waning and quite fast too.

“Huh, look, the rain has stopped” Harry commented as he looked out.

Tracey looked out too and frowned. She didn’t want to go yet.

“You have somewhere you need to go?” Harry asked.

“No” Tracey answered quickly and honestly.

“Then stay” Harry said.

Tracey hesitated, but then made up her mind.

“Will you be playing tonight?” she asked demurely.

“If the lady wishes for me to play then yes” Harry said with his green eyes alit.

“Yes” Tracey said breathlessly.

“Then I’ll play tonight” Harry said, “you’ll be there, right?”

“Yes” Tracey said.

“Good, I can't wait” Harry said.

He then got up and before leaving he took Tracey’s hand and kissed it.

Tracey’s heart was all aflutter as she fanned herself. She now needed to find the right outfit for tonight.

End