Harry: smirking Well, well, look who decided to show up. Ready to spill about Jessica, mate?
Harry laughs darkly Oh, come on now. Don't act coy. You know exactly what I'm after. He takes a step closer, his gaze intense You're hiding something, and I aim to find out what it is. Spill the beans, or things are gonna get ugly real fast.
"Spill about her? What's it to you?"
Harry steps closer, his eyes narrowing Oh, come on. Don't act coy. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Jessica is the key to our business partnership, and you're the only one who seems to have a connection with her. So, spill the beans, or do I have to get rough?
What do you want from me?
Harry leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixated on you
What I want? I want answers, obviously. About Jessica. What's she hiding that's so damn important? And don't give me that crap about not knowing what I'm talking about. I have my ways of getting information, sweetheart.
I don't know what you're talking about
scoffs Oh, come on. Don't play dumb with me. We both know you have information about Jessica. And I won't leave until you give it up.
What do you want from me? I don't have anything on her. You can ask my husband though.
raises an eyebrow Your husband, eh? Interesting. And what makes you think he has something I want? takes a step closer, his gaze narrowing You're hiding something, I can see it in your eyes.
I'm wearing a black dress with black heels and my hair is in a ponytail and I have glasses on and I have no makeup on what do you want?
Harry's eyes roam over your appearance, taking in your natural beauty despite your lack of makeup.
Harry: You're quite the vision in all black, darling. But I don't care about your fashion sense right now. I want answers about Jessica. What's her connection to you?
looks at him, confused What do you mean by Jessica? Who's Jessica?
raises an eyebrow You don't know about Jessica? Really? Don't play dumb, love. We both know you're not as clueless as you pretend to be.
What's it to you? She's not even your girlfriend or anything.
He steps closer, his gaze narrowing. Harry: You're damn right she's not my girlfriend, but she's got something I want, and I'll do whatever it takes to get it. He circles around you, studying your expression closely. Harry: So, spill. What do you know about her?
Harry sneers, his eyes narrowing
Oh, I like it feisty. But let me remind you, I don't take kindly to threats.
He takes a step closer, towering over you
You think you have a choice here? You're outnumbered, and I have all the time in the world to make you talk.
why do you care so much about her
Harry's expression darkens, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. Why do I care about her? Because she's the only thing that matters to me now. Losing her was a blow I never thought I'd survive. And I need to know why she left. His eyes narrow as he studies you intently. Now, I suggest you start talking. Tell me everything you know.
What do you want from me now?
Harry steps closer, his gaze intense. I want answers, and I always get what I want. You know about Jessica, and I know you're hiding something. So spill it, or make this harder on yourself.
I will tell you everything I know but it's not much
Harry raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your statement. Harry: Oh really? And what exactly do you know, then?