#hannahhalpert

A younger, more brash, version of Harry had succeeded far too well in distancing himself from the strange little town he once called home. If the atmosphere of Celebration was uncomfortable before, now it simply rejected its prodigal prince. Hannah was a reprieve to this rejection that Harry had come, to some extent, rely on. He slid onto the seat across from her, setting down his bag and a copy of The New York Times. Morning coffee with her was always a good way to brighten his day. He smiled, leaning back slightly. “So what’s on the docket for you today?”