Oscar's Hotel Lobby
Oscar's POV
I never realized how much I missed being able to hang out with Logan. We grew apart pretty easily when I went to F2. The messages and attempts to contact each other just started lessening and lessening until it was almost zero, maybe just a birthday wish or something every now and then. I will admit, he tried more than I did, but I was just busier in F2 and then with team duties for Alpine.
Even though we haven't talked much since we left the club, I'm really enjoying his company. We haven't done this in such a long time. There's always been other people, which is still fun, especially in F3 with Fred, but being in Logan's presence is weirdly comforting. Maybe it's because we've known each other for so long, but it's giving me a nice feeling.
We just got into my hotel and we're walking to the front desk. I guess since I'm staying here I have to do the talking.
"Hi, I heard that you guys have board games we can borrow."
"Yes, of course sir. What room number should I put it under? We like to be able to track the games in case they aren't returned," the lady at the front desk said.
That's weird, why is she batting her eyelashes. She's looking at me kinda strangely, it's freaking me out a little.
"Uhh... yeah sure, it's room 812," I said skeptically, wondering what she meant with her tone
"Ok, wonderful. Here are the options"
She pulled out a tall stack of games from under the desk and let us look for a moment. While we did I saw her scribble something down on a small torn piece of paper.
"Oh! Can we play blackjack? They have chips and I'm so good at it," Logan said.
"Uh, I was thinking maybe candy land?" I replied, slightly concerned as to why Logan was so keen on gambling, especially in his intoxicated state.
"Oh. Yeah that's probably a better idea. Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I'd be able to play properly like this," he said referring to the many drinks he had previously consumed.
I laughed at him as the woman handed me the box before we headed upstairs. When we got to the elevator, there were already around ten people lined up to go upstairs. The amount of people in that small space forced us to stand very close.
I was clutching the box to my chest and I almost fell over when someone behind us was trying to get off at their floor. I was so sure I would land on the ground and take a few other people down with me but something stopped me from falling. Logan grabbed me by the waist as I was falling, then he pulled me back towards the wall and out fo the way. He didn't let go until it was our floor. His hands were warm and his grip was really strong. In all honesty it felt kind of nice. It was weirdly comforting, but also made my tummy turn nicely.
Maybe I'm just touch starved or something because I haven't had a girlfriend in a long time. The last one I had also went batshit crazy before we broke up so I've been kind of scared to try again. This really doesn't have anything to do with Logan though, I should just move on from that little moment in the elevator.
While we were walking towards my room I started fiddling around my pockets looking for my key card. While doing so, I accidentally dropped the box on the floor. Luckily it didn't open and Logan quickly bent down to pick it up.
"Sorry," I said quietly, feeling bad that he had to pick up after my clumsy mistakes again.
"Don't worry about it," he said with a sweet smile.
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