*on hold* Until Callan moved in next door, Presley was one hundred percent, completely fine with how her life was turning out.
She never regretted dropping out of college or wasting her days working in a diner for minimum wage. Boredom never plagued...
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Four weeks later
"Did you give any thought to my question?" Logan asked, blue eyes bright with hope that I would once again dim.
"Yes, and my answer is the same as it's been the last twelve times you asked." I poured coffee into his half-empty mug. "Can I get you anything else?"
He ignored me, just as I knew he would. "Has it been twelve times? I'm beginning to sound desperate."
"You've been sounding that way since the first time," I teased.
He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.
It's not like Logan wasn't attractive, because he was. Very much so. He labored in the sun all day as a landscaper; his toned body was bronzed and glistening from working for hours in the heat.
But I wasn't interested in dating him, despite his increasingly charming attempts at 'courting me', as my mother would say.
Each week when he'd come into the diner for lunch, he'd look at me, smile and ask the question without even uttering a hello. "Go out with me?" Unless you counted the first time we'd met, where he'd at least said hi, introduced himself, and waited until he'd finished his lunch to ask me out.
"What have you got to lose?" He asked, just as I began walking to the kitchen for his Western Omelette.
I turned around, a hand on my hip. "My precious time."
He shook his head, chuckling, and I marveled at his ability to never look discouraged by my constant rejections. Truth was, I didn't want to date him or anyone - not even if I knew his gorgeous body could bring me a certain pleasure I hadn't felt in a while. My roommate, Brie, would tell me I was crazy to turn Logan down, but I just wasn't ready. I started to doubt if I ever would be.
. . . . . .
When I got home from my shift, Brie was lying on the sofa watching something on the Discovery Channel. She was obsessed with history, sea life, space, sports - basically anything and everything I wasn't interested in.
And yet, we got along perfectly. I figured the fact that we'd grown up together as first cousins solidified our friendship for life.
"Hope you weren't planning on watching anything tonight. It's Shaark-Weeek," Brie said in a sing-song voice.
Laughing, I set my purse down on the counter, then went to the fridge for a plate of leftovers. I used to eat at the diner before coming home, but I needed a break from food that would coat my insides with grease. "Nope, go hard. I have a date with my kindle."
And my vibrator, but Brie didn't need to know that part.
While I waited for my chicken and mixed veggies to heat in the microwave, Brie raided the pantry during a commercial break.
