The moment there was an invitation for a hug, Harley was across the table top and wrapped in strong arms. Physical affection was something Harley craved, but the people in her life rarely ever gave it. Any opening was instant elation. Her face fell against his shoulder and, after a few jerky breaths, she had started to calm. The rest of the diner seemed thankful for the quiet and returned to their attention back to their meals.
When she drew back, it was to wipe away the tears that stained her face. Despite the puffiness around her eyes, the woman's smile instantly brightened her features. "Milkshakes on me!" she announced loudly. Sweets were the best way she knew how to show her gratitude.