Yuna Inspired: Our Virtual Family

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Logan entered his office with two plastic bags in his hand while beaming a glistening smile at the little boy. "Hi, Lucas!"

Lucas responded with the same amount of happiness. "Hi, Uncle!"

Hana tried to not look annoyed though. She and her son had arrived at Logan's office about fifteen minutes ago. The point for today's meeting was because Lucas's photo-shoot started today, and Lucas, the star of the photo-shoot, had to be prepped. She would've sent Lucas to the set herself, but Logan wouldn't give her the address and had forbidden his secretary to give her any other information besides the date of the photo-shoot, therefore, she would always have to meet up with Logan and inevitably leave with him.

While she was immersed in her thoughts, she felt the space next to her change. She turned to look and saw Logan taking the seat beside her.

He was chewing his food—the things he had brought upon his arrival—as one of his hands in front of her held the fork spearing a pot sticker.

"I'm not hungry."

"The shooting's going to take long, and we'll miss dinner, so eat."

"I already—"

He cheekily smooched her cheek. "If you don't, I'll do more than this."

Behind him, Lucas was happily enjoying his food, and, thankfully, not looking at them.

She cleared her throat. "Where's my fork?"

Logan victoriously smiled and pointed to himself. "Me!"

"I'm serious." She sent him a displeased look. "If you want me to eat, I need my fork."

He kept his smile. "I am your fork."

"Logan."

"Hana."

She hated it when he affectionately called her. It drowned everything out, making her see only him. And it was times like this she couldn't help but smile. She opened her mouth, waiting for him to feed her.

He surprisingly raised his brows. "You-you're letting me feed you?"

She rolled her eyes, embarrassed. "Will you feed me or not?" She closed her mouth and looked away. "Your loss."

He speedily held her hand to keep her from going anywhere and scooted closer. "Sorry, sorry. I thought it'd take me longer to have you let me."

She pouted at him, although she understood his reasoning. She cleared her throat and pretended to not be bashful. "You're Logan, so of course, I'll let you feed me." She opened her mouth. "Aah."

He inched the fork with the pot sticker to her mouth, and she bit it and pulled it away with her teeth to finish it, making him frown as he looked at the fork. "I was going to eat it too."

She covered her mouth filled with the pot sticker and laughed. "You said for me to eat it, so I did."

"Yeah, but you should've taken half a bite so that I could finish it. It's supposed to be like an indirect kiss." He sadly looked away and muttered, "You haven't changed." He glared at her. "Why do I have to fall in love with such an unladylike and unromantic woman?"

She let out a sigh. "And you're still as stupid as before."

They had a stare-off, which ended in ten seconds when Lucas turned around and asked why the adults had gotten close and were staring at each other instead of eating. Logan, as always, got his answer interrupted by Hana, who lied to save herself from blushing. Logan always found it cute and amusing when she was frantic, and he had come to adore her even more. He liked how her hand gestures become exaggerated. He liked how she raised the pitch of her voice in certain words to emphasize them. But what he loved most was how she always tried her best to act that she wasn't shy.