A Simple Lunch Date (Ophelia)(Casual)

[hamlet]

It was a nice breezy summer day in New York City and Harry decided to get away from the office, convincing Ophelia to have an impromptu lunch with him. His mind was reeling. Ever since he spotted Claudius in the cemetery that one night, he couldn't get what transpired out of his mind. He thought upon every single one of his reactions to Harry's 'crazy act' and found himself analyzing it to the core. He was trying to find any clue, any smudge of evidence that could link Claudius to his death.

He was getting no work done, his clients were getting quite frustrated with his clearly scattered focus, and Harry was starting to convince himself that he was driving himself actually crazy. So there was only one solution - Ophelia. He needed to see her, if only for a little while before heading back to work. He called her up and next thing they knew, they snagged outdoor seating at a five-star seafood restaurant. Of course, Harry was treating.

Dipping his fork in the perfectly cooked and seasoned salmon on his plate, he took notice of how suddenly such high quality food didn't taste as rich as it used to. Nothing was as it seemed anymore when it came right down to it, and nothing will be until he came to terms with his father's death. This seemed impossible in and of itself. And until he figured out what Claudius was hiding (if he was hiding anything at all - sometimes Harry thought he was just being paranoid) - nothing would be the same either.

But for now he was grateful to at least pretend to put that all aside by spending some time with Ophelia - and Harry took any opportunity to do so. After all, when he wasn't thinking about his father, Hamlet Enterprises or his family in general, he was thinking about Ophelia. He never thought he'd fall so fast for someone - especially at a time when he felt completely numb to life itself. But something about her...he couldn't even begin to explain it. She was beautiful.

Harry took a bite of the fish and glanced at her from across the table. "I promise next time I'll give you more than a five minute warning before I drag you out for lunch." He said with a smirk. "I hope you weren't doing anything too important." But Harry figured she might have been. She was always doing some project for her designs, and the clothes she made Harry had always admired.

[ophelia]

outfit

Ophelia Knowles had just finished her dress. She was a fashion design student at Parson's and was truly good at it. She "improved" on the simple white dress she had made. When she found it at a vintage store, it was honestly a simple, probilly hippie, long white dress, perhaps a wedding dress, with billowly croched. She was able to shorten it so it fell to her knees and took one of the extra bands from the skirt and made a belt for an umpiere waist and put thin straps. She was very pleased with how it turned out so, pairing it with her own necklace, ring and flip flops, she decided to wear it for her lunch date with her beloved boyfriend, Harry Chandler. She had just finished the dress in class and had gotten a good grade for it. Everyone was asking how she thought if the design for it. She just shrugged and smiled. She liked the attention for her design but it also made her long for her own fashion line. That would happen when she was out of school but she couldn't help but want it now.

Standing with her few classmates and friends surrounding her, asking her what vintage shop she went do and various other questions, Ophelia could hardly hear her cell start ringing. "Wait..." she said, over her friends, "Sorry, but is that my cell?" She went over and pulled her phone out of her purse. It was Harry. "Sorry guys," she told them, "Have to take this." She must have been smiling a bit larger than she thought because some of her friends rolled their eyes and were saying "It's the boyfriend" in sing-song voices. She laughed at them a bit before answering the call. Harry wanted to meet her in five minutes for lunch. Of course, she told him she'd be there. She picked up her light pink clutch, smiling softly. "Sorry guys," she told her friends, "Gotta go." Some of her friends were teasing her that when the boyfriend calls she goes as she walked out the door. She rolled her eyes...but at the same time it was kind of true but she didn't care.

Before she knew it, Ophelia and Harry Chandler were sitting outside at a very nice seafood resteraunt. She was enjoying some perfectly prepaired and seasoned snapper. Everything smelled wonderful there and she knew before she ordered what ever she picked would be wonderful. She was enjoying her snapper, keeping her eyes down. Harry had hardly said anything and she wondered if something was bothering him. "I promise next time I'll give you more than a five minute warning before I drag you out for lunch." She looked up and smiled. "It was a nice surprise, don't worry." she told him truthfully. "I hope you weren't doing anything too important." She shook her head a bit. "No," she told him, "Honestly, I was just actually getting compliments on my latest project from my classmates." She jokingly continued, "They kept saying the same things over and over again, like some broken record. I'm glad you called." she laughed a bit, "I always am, you know." she added and smiled softly.

[hamlet]

"No, honestly, I was just actually getting compliments on my latest project from my classmates. They kept saying the same things over and over again, like some broken record. I'm glad you called. I always am, you know."

Harry gave his usual lopsided grin in response. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. This was good to know - after all for the last couple of months, he'd been spending so much time trying to show Ophelia how much he cared about her, and he still did. As far as obsessions go, Ophelia was hard to resist. Still, their feelings for each other seemed to hit constant road blocks - especially when it came to Ophelia's brother, Levi. Levi had made it quite clear to him how he felt about their relationship and Harry couldn't help but wonder if Ophelia was even having the slightest doubt because of it.

Then again, Harry couldn't blame her if she did. It was the reason why whenever Harry was with her, he put everything into being with her, because if it wasn't the fickle quality that relationships sometimes had that would drraw them apart, it would probably some other unforeseeable act of nature. Harry's looming belief that his time was running out didn't help matters.

Of course, Harry also did his absolute best to keep those things from Ophelia. The last think he wanted to do was dump his problems on her - she deserved better. She deserved more than that.

So along with his grin he replied, "You know...getting compliments over and over isn't the worst thing in the world, Ophelia." he said teasingly. "Sometimes when I see your work, I have to stop myself before I get started." He took a swallow of wine, which complemented the meal perfectly. He would have ordered the whole bottle but today he refrained. Furrowing his brow again he said, "Then again, that's not saying much is it? I have someone to make my suits for me so I'm not exactly the fashion guru, I'm sure you agree." He laughed a bit, looked up at her and with a small smile added. "But I think I know beauty when I see it."

Harry believed that to be so, especially when it came to Ophelia. "So you think this latest project is going to be in the running for your next fashion show?" he asked.