Everything related to this coffee date had been an emotional roller coaster; first and foremost, Harry was certain it wasn't a<span style="font-style: italic">date</span>, and secondly, Harry was unsure of how much of it had been polite conversation. It had taken him close to two days to figure out if Draco had been genuine, and the more Harry seemed to think about it, the muddier his memory of the conversation became. Even when dialling the number, it felt like he was misinterpreting the situation; and now, walking up to the coffee shop it just simply felt unreal.<br/>Somewhere above him, a soft bell rang as he stepped into the coffee shop. Harry immediately spotted Draco, but seeing him so absorbed by his notebook made Harry hesitate. It was dumb, but it was impossible to shake the idea of not disturbing him, when Harry was well aware of the fact that Draco was expecting him.<br/>With a soft exhale, Harry finally got into motion, his hands moving to unwrap his scarf. Once Harry came within a conversational distance of Draco, he spoke a soft: "Hi."