The Traitors

Chapter 19 - Logan

We were going out to dinner.

After all the bullshit that transpired during the day, we both agreed we needed to decompress and get out. There was no way I'd go home and not spiral for hours on end about Monroe's agenda. Fi felt the same so we decided to get dinner as a distraction from our worries. It was nearing five o'clock anyway and we both had the day off from work so we took advantage of it.

I wasn't sure if this qualified as a date because Fi told me to dress casual, but I still spent too much time fighting with myself on what to wear. I never thought an outfit would give me pause, but I didn't want her to think I was a slob. She had only ever seen me in my work jeans or gym shorts, so now was an opportunity to make an impression. I had to come up with an outfit which said I was interested, but casual enough to not force a romantic feel if it wasn't the intent for tonight.

I wore fucking jeans and a goddamn flannel.

After my third puffed cigarette, I decided on the plain black shirt with my favorite grey flannel left un-buttoned. The jeans were comfortable, but had a sleek, straight look to them. I appeared casual, but still sharp nonetheless.

I spent just as long on an outfit as I did my hair. I hadn't had a haircut in months and the top had gotten longer than I was used to. I somehow managed to style it into coiffed curls which was the nicest my hair had looked in awhile. I gave myself a double take in the mirror before I left the house and spritzed on some cologne. The smell was subtle, but recognizable. I only wore this specific cologne when I would go out with beautiful women. Needless to say, it was still filled to the top.

I hadn't dated much since being out of Mal Corp. Meeting someone wasn't on the top of my list, especially when I had too much baggage and PTSD under my belt. I found it difficult to connect with new people, but that was nothing unusual. I was never really a people person. I was fortunate to have the very few friends I had now. Fi was a blessing and a great introduction back into a somewhat normal life. I was nervous and giddy, and deep down, I prayed this was a date.  

I had seen her less than two hours ago and somehow she transformed from beautiful to drop dead gorgeous.

Fi had on a plain white t-shirt that had some logo printed on the left, upper side. I couldn't make it out without being accused of staring at her breasts and the fact her black leather jacket was covering it. She also chose jeans, but hers were more form fitting than mine. Her hips swayed noticeably as she strutted toward me when I picked her up. She knew she looked good and that was so fucking hot. 

She was going to kill me, and goddammit, I'd let her.

Although, it seemed like I was having a similar effect on her. She couldn't take her eyes off of me.

She was chatting my ear off in the passenger's seat of my car as I drove us into the setting sun. The light casted on her was stunning, but I couldn't detach my eyes from the road for too long or else we would be in an accident.

"Do I need to turn anywhere?" I asked.

Fi claimed she had the perfect place in mind, so I offered to drive. I enjoyed being behind the wheel rather than riding shotgun anyway. The only catch was she refused to tell me where we were going, so she resorted to giving me directions instead. Although, she didn't seem too concerned about the road or the destination as her eyes were glued to me. 

"You're still good going straight," she answered, waving her hand at the windshield without a care.

"You didn't even look."