Harry had found that he had seemed to function on a delayed clock for the last few days. His mind was clouded with thoughts related to Draco and what exactly Harry wanted to say at this lunch; so, though the thoughts hadn't been of a stressful nature, Harry had found himself drowning in work because of them.<br/>He entered the restaurant the usual 10 minutes too late, well aware of the fact that Draco would already be there waiting on him. Sure enough, he spotted the blonde in the crowd and he politely, yet slightly tensely, declined the hostess' offer to follow him to an empty table.<br/>Harry's expression softened into a genuine and soft smile as he got within two yards of Draco. "Hi," he muttered, as he - with a hand resting on the backrest of Draco's chair, lent down to place a kiss on Draco's cheek.<br/>The touch was brief, and Harry straightened his posture with the sudden realisation that their dynamics was bound to change after this lunch, and he had no real sense of whether or not that was going to be for the better or the worse.<br/>Harry's eyes had lingered upon Draco for the first couple of moments it had taken Harry to move to the other side of the table, but he seemed to remember something as he was half way through taking his jacket off. His eyes lingered on an unspecified point among the other guests, to what he momentarily touched something in a pocket in the lining of his jacket. The gesture was followed with a mute movement of his lips as he seemed to mouth a word. The small additions to his movements didn't last for more than a couple of split seconds, and within long, Harry finally took off his jacket, draping it across the back of his chair.<br/>"Have you ordered yet?" he asked as he once again met Draco's eye, apparently not intending to address the silencing spell he had cast around their table.