I nervously picked at my blouse, adjusting it until it was perfect. Even so, it didn’t look as good now as I thought it had when I was at home. I paced momentarily outside the little Italian restaurant we had agreed upon.
It was probably a good sign that there were no paparazzi, maybe it meant that Logan could be trusted. Or maybe it meant that he hadn’t told them because he’d changed his mind. Again, I readjusted my top.
With a shaky breath, I entered the restaurant. The hostess smiled warmly at me and I grinned back. “I’m meeting someone here, we should have a reservation under Cortez?”
“Right this way, your date is already here,” she led me to a back corner out of sight of any windows and the front door.
Logan stood up as I arrived at the table and flashed a winning smile at me. He was dressed up, but casually, wearing dark jeans and a blue button-up shirt with a dark tie. I silently breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t terribly under or overdressed, wearing a simple flowing black skirt, pink tank top that read GEEK, and pairing that with pink H&M ballet flats that faded from dark pink to light, along with a white, belted trench coat over the top.
Carefully, I took my coat off and hung it on the back of the chair before sitting down delicately on the edge.
“I’ve asked for some waters, I hope that’s okay,” he said to me after we’d greeted each other.
“That’s perfect,” I smiled at him.
“Good,” his body relaxed as the tension was relieved. “Order what you’d like, any appetizers look interesting?”
“I think I just want to start off with a side Caesar salad,” I mused aloud. “Get the alfredo pasta with grilled chicken for my entrée.”
“Sounds wonderful,” he smiled at me. “I’m getting the lasagna.”
“Yum!”
The waitress arrived and we ordered our food.
“No way!” I laughed hysterically. Logan was in the middle of telling a story about when he tried to teach his grandmother about Facebook. Apparently, she’d been friended by someone she thought she knew, but didn’t, and booked a “friend-date” for ice-skating. Except she couldn’t ice-skate. So he had to teach her how to do that too. The whole thing ended up being a disaster.
“Yes way!” he laughed back. We’d been exchanging stories since we ordered food, and now he flicked up his hand to get our waitress’ attention. “Check, please?” he requested politely, blue eyes sparkling at me.
“Right away, sir,” she replied.
She brought back the checkbook and despite my reach to see what the bill was, he snatched it away with lightning-quick reflexes. I let out a huff and he flashed me a charming half-smile. “You may have more money than me, but I’m going to be old-fashioned and pay for our first date,” he explained.
“First? As though there’s going to be others?” I inquisitively raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. There will be others if I get my way,” he leaned forward confidently as he passed the check and his debit card directly back to the waitress. “And now the question of how much this dinner cost will be forever a mystery to you.”
I laughed quietly. “Well, my pasta dish cost about fourteen dollars, my salad cost four…” I mused aloud. “I remember your lasagna was about fifteen…”
“Stop! Stop doing math!” he exclaimed.
“Make me! So far I’m at thirty four, plus drinks and tax…”
“Math was made illegal yesterday, you better stop,” he admonished me.
“Math was – what?” I laughed. “You spent approximately forty-three dollars on this dinner, am I right?”
A red flush crawled up his neck. “Approximately,” he gave in. “But you’ll never know the exact number!”
He stood up and walked over to me to help me out of my chair, like a gentleman. I took his hand and stood up with a smile.
Gently, he linked his arm through mine as I draped my coat over my left. In the parking lot, he turned to face me. “I really had a fantastic night tonight.”
“Likewise,” I replied. “Maybe you will get a second date out of me,” I continued, teasingly.
“Hopefully.” He took a step closer and my breath caught.
“Well, I should be going now,” I said softly.
“You should,” he answered, placing his left hand on my right arm.
“Really,” I murmured as he took another step closer.
“Mhmm,” he hummed, bringing his face towards mine, his other hand gently brushing my cheek and pushing my hair back.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly.
“Or you could wait just another moment,” Logan’s breath fanned across my face, “while I do this.” He closed the remaining few inches between us and his lips gently touched mine. I inhaled sharply at the contact and let my hands rest on the sides of his torso.
All too soon, he moved backwards and smiled at me. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll call you,” I answered.
“Talk to you then.”
With that, he turned around and went to his car. I slowly walked to mine and climbed in. I grinned, recalling what just happened, before turning on the car and starting my way home.
This is pathetic. I'm sorry. It's been over a month and that's all I could come up with for you guys, I feel terrible, but it is what it is. I'm still in the middle of this huge production with all these problems now, and it's super stressful and emotionally exhausting. You guys don't even know, and I hope you never do have to experience the amount of stress I'm under right now, because it's killer and I'm seriously just going absolutely crazy.
There's this one guy we fired because he was completely unreliable and kept missing rehearsals, but then he came back with his sister, who basically said "Either you put him back in the show or I'll go to the principal and district and shut you down, because he's black and autistic." I definitely didn't want him to return, even with that, but she basically blackmailed us into it. And this kid is scary. Like, he has a really bad temper and now I'm afraid that because I've made my stance on the issue surrounding him very clear, that if I say one thing wrong he'll flip out and hit me or something. And this kid's like 6 foot 7, so if he hits me... I'll be done for. In hospital. :( Scary stuff. He threw a paper clip when we fired him originally, and it hit me in the throat o_O I thought I got shot or something xD
Luckily, I have this really close friend who's amazing and just let me rant to him via text message for nearly an hour. He promised to [try to] protect me if the other guy freaks out <3 But he managed to take my crappy mood that I've had for the past month and turn it completely around. Even got me to laugh out loud. :D
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Love Hurts
Fanfiction***Sequel to Simon’s Daughter*** Simon Cowell’s daughter, Abriella Melody Cowell, has just finished her first tour of England. She has her five best friends, the crazy boys known as One Direction, her roommate and best girl friend, Riley, her famou...
