When Harry a couple of days ago saw Draco's name on his phone display, Harry had almost been so surprised that he had almost missed the call while trying to figure out why the other was even calling. He had last left Draco with a stomach ache, as he had seen himself ruin any chances of seeing Draco again - but while simultaneously being able stop himself from doing so.<br/>Now, as Harry once again found himself in front of the same door leading into the same café, he still couldn't quite believe Draco had any interest in meeting again. Once again, he got caught up in that train of thought, and he didn't think to move, before a man behind him politely asked if he could get past him. Awkwardly, Harry stuttered an<span style="font-style: italic">of course</span>, before entering the café and holding the door open for the stranger.<br/>Finding himself in a point of no return, Harry inhaled and, after a quick glance around to locate the other, moved towards the table where Draco was seated. The fact that Draco was, once again, deep in thought and this time with his guitar, made Harry's heart skip a beat.<br/>"Hi there," he eventually said, his words soft as he stopped at a reasonable distance from the table.