Trip to a Coffee Shop; a Harvey & Scott Drabble
Part Four: The Little Things
“Oh, no…no, no…”
To say Harvey Specter was mortified when he neared his office, his office that had glass walls and a glass door, and saw Scott Lang was an understatement. The last thing he expected to see was Scott in there, moving around doing who knows what.
He had to fire Donna later for letting him in.
Harvey entered his office. “Scott Lang, what are you doing in my office?”
Scott had such a big smile on his face as he turned to Harvey. “Dude, your office is huge! It’s way bigger than my room at the shop.”
“Never call me dude,” Harvey groaned. “Anyway, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You have so many balls too. Baseballs, basketballs…” Scott moved around, picked up a baseball. “They’re all signed too. It’s so cool.”
“Hands off the ball, ant,” Harvey said. “Answer me.”
“It’s my lunch break this time, so I thought I’d come to see where you work.” Scott put the baseball down. “If you work in such luxury here, I can only imagine what your house is like.”
“Scott, go.” Harvey pointed to the door. “Get.”
“Whoa!” Scott had gone over to the shelves that had Harvey’s many vinyl records. He had one in his hands, turned to Harvey. “Gordon Specter? Your dad?”
Harvey nodded.
“Oh, this is so cool. I gotta listen to this,” Scott said, walking to Harvey’s record player. “Let’s see what Father Specter is all about.”
“Scott, stop. I save my father’s music for special occasions.”
“This is a special occasion. You have an awesome coffee shop owner in your office.” Scott placed the vinyl in and started it up. “This isn’t going to be an everyday occurrence, Harvey.”
“Thank god…” Harvey mumbled.
Scott went silent when the music started playing. Harvey crossed his arms, waited. Scott looked over at him, smiling.
“I like it.” He started tapping his foot.
“You’re saying that to stay on my good side,” Harvey said.
“No, really. I like it. What does he play?” Scott asked, curiously.
“Saxophone.”
“That’s cool. I hope I can meet him one day,” Scott said.
Harvey didn’t bother sharing the fact his father died of a heart attack a few years ago. Not when Scott was so energetic.
“Do you ever dance in here? No, don’t answer that. I know you don’t,” Scott said. “You’re way too uptight. Even if the walls and door weren’t glass, you still wouldn’t. But…”
The moment Scott gave Harvey a shit eating grin, Harvey regretted meeting Scott Lang.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t dance in here.”
“Scott, no,” Harvey groaned. “I’ll call the exterminators. Go!”
It was too late. Scott was already having the time of his life, being an annoying little shit, dancing around. Harvey was really going to fire Donna the moment Scott left.
Harvey knew he couldn’t convince Scott to stop, so he just let him do what he wanted. It looked like Donna was trying to keep people away from his office anyway. Then, abruptly, Scott stopped and moved to Harvey’s large window.
“This is a really great view too,” Scott commented. “Do you even know how lucky you are?”
“You think this is nice?”
Scott looked at Harvey, tilted his head.
XXX
“Welcome to the Pearson-Specter rooftop,” Harvey said, opening the door to the roof.
“Wow…Now this is beautiful.”
Scott moved around the rooftop, taking everything in. Harvey had been up here so many times, he was used to the beauty. He did feel a sense of ease watching Scott enjoy it, though.
“I bet the sunset looks amazing,” Scott added, moving to the edge.
“It is. I’ve seen it a few times,” Harvey said.
“You come up here often?” Scott asked, resting his arms on the rails.
“I come up when it’s night,” Harvey answered, stepping up. “Sometimes I need to relax.”
Scott nodded. “I bet being a lawyer is really stressful sometimes.”
“It can be,” Harvey agreed. “Probably not nearly as stressful as owning a coffee shop that’s hard to pay rent for. You know, because there are only two customers. Not even official ones at that.”
Scott shrugged. Harvey sighed, stared out at the sky. A comfortable silence stretched on for a while until Scott spoke up.
“Speaking of money and all that, I got a shipment of new furniture…” he trailed off, glancing at Harvey. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
“How would I know anything about it? It’s your shop,” Harvey replied. “Maybe some random passerby saw the old granny furniture and thought ‘wow, this isn’t going to bring in customers. Let me help’. And then they bought some new furniture.”
Scott snorted. “You think that’s it, huh? Talk about a nice passerby. But I’m offended.”
“Offended by what?” Harvey asked.
“That you think it’s granny furniture.”
“It is granny furniture!”
“But didn’t you know? I’m the world’s greatest grandma.”
Harvey burst out laughing. Thank god he was eating or drinking something or he would’ve choked.
“What the hell?”
Scott smiled softly. “My little peanut bought me a trophy. The plaque says ‘world’s greatest grandma’.”
“Oh my god…”
“It makes me want to knit her a sweater.”
That only got Harvey laughing more. Scott joined in, then looked at Harvey with genuine surprise.
“Wow, this is the longest you’ve ever laughed and smiled,” he said, patting Harvey’s chest. “Looks like you’re finally getting intune with your emotions.”
Harvey started to settle and glared at Scott. “Know what I think? I think you should go before I throw you over the edge.”
Scott raised his hands. His smile didn’t drop though, if anything, he looked more amused. “Alright, I’m going. Mike’s probably waiting for me at the shop anyway.”
Scott turned and headed for the roof’s exit.
“See you later, Harvey.”
“Bye-bye, grandma.”
Scott laughed as he left.
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