Whoever didn't like fruit with waffles had to be some kind of weirdo. At least that was what Harry was thinking when Andy set the plate in front of him. His eyes flashed up to give her a smile, and the moment his gaze locked on hers, he felt the entire world shift.
He knew what was happening because it had happened in his dreams. With the mob boss, Marcone. He'd shared a soul gaze, a moment of true understanding. Something that could never be taken back, because it allowed an exchange of the deepest truths to pass between two people.
In his gaze, Andy would see an honest and proud man, someone who fought the good fight even when he was beat down. Someone who truly believed in good in the world and in people. She'd see his truth, raw and unfiltered, like an eagle soring in the skies.