The Road to....Somewhere???

I Think I'm Making Some Headway

Logan's p.o.v.

I can't believe I am getting to see her again.

We had been texting since the night of the party. I was so glad that were going to lunch, talking face to face again.

When Ashley comes to pick me up, I have butterflies in my stomach. When asked what I wanted to eat, I told her Mexican. It is my favorite. She takes me to this Mexican restaurant right down the road from the store, that I had never seen. I still don't know much about this area.

We go inside, and are seated by a young Hispanic girl.

"So, how has your day been going so far?" I ask Ashley, after giving our drink order to the waitress.

"Kinda crappy, actually? And yours?" She asks.

"Why kinda crappy? What happened?" I want her to be more open with me, so I am going to try and keep the conversation centered around her today.

"Nothing really. Actually, it's just SSDD. I have incompetent people working for me, but I can't get rid of them, because I don't have anybody to replace them. I just spend most of my days trying to fix their screw ups." She seems to be irritated about whatever happened. 

"Well, tell me about it. I want to know what goes on in a typical day in the life of you." I say, looking straight into her beautiful blue eyes, trying to reassure her. The only problem with this is, we get lost like that for a minute. I can't take my eyes off of her, and she doesn't seem to be looking away any time soon. I could look into those eyes for days. We get interrupted by the waitress, asking for our order.

I reluctantly pull my eyes away from Ashley's and look at the menu. I quickly decide on my normal, nacho's. That is what I always get when I eat Mexican. Ashley orders the taco salad, and the waitress leaves. The moment is lost, so I ask again about what happened.

She spends the next ten minutes telling me about her unhappy customer, and what seems to be a useless shop manager. Our food arrives as she is finishing her story, and the next twenty minutes are filled with us eating, and making small talk. I pay attention when she eats, to all the little things she does. She wipes her mouth after every bite. She raises her pinky every time she takes a drink. Such cute things, and I don't even know if she realizes she does them. 

"Well, I am officially full." I say as I take my last bite of nacho's. This place was actually pretty good. I am going to have to remember it for future reference. Ashley is still working on her salad, and I feel like a pig. 

"I'm sorry. I am a very slow eater. I guess I should have warned you before agreeing to eat with you. I know it gets tiresome sitting and watching me eat." She says, like she is reading my mind about me going so fast.

"Oh yeah, and how do you know that?" I counter.

"Believe me. I have been told enough times to know." Her eyes all of a sudden snap up, and lock with mine. I can hear her mind going ninety to nothing, obviously trying to figure out how I will take this bit of information that she accidentally let slip. 

"Yeah, well, you arent't going to hear it from me. Whoever told you that, was wrong. I don't think I could tired of watching you eat, or doing anything else for that matter." I say this last part in a mumble, I guess unconsciously hoping that she wouldn't hear it.  Of course, being two feet away from me, she did. I didn't really mean to say it, it kind of just came out. Hoping that she will just let it go, I tear myself away from my internal debate, and look up at her.

'"Oh yeah, what else could you watch me do?" She playfully teases me. If the floor could just open up, and let me fall into it, I would be so thankful. It, of course, is going to do no such thing. I have to say, though, that I enjoy this side of her. I feel like she is letting me in a little bit, and I want more. 

"You name it, and I'm pretty sure I am up for it." I say, doing my best to flirt with her. I want her to know that though I am willing to go slow, I am ready whenever she is. At this statement, she turns red, and laughs lightly.

"OK, well, I guess you need to be getting back now, huh?" She says, changing the subject. At least I have her thinking. 

'Yeah, I do need to get back." I say. She goes to reach for her wallet, but I protest. "I asked you to lunch. It's my treat."

"Uh, not gonna happen. I would not feel right if you paid." I begin to protest again, but she interrupts. "Please, just let me do this."

I can't argue with her. She is so cute when she gets all embarrassed and shy. I let her have her way, and we head back to the truck. We ride back to the store in silence. She pulls up to the front door, where she picked me up. I turn to look at her, trying to read her thoughts. I can't, so I just go with my instincts.

I lean over, and go to kiss her cheek. At that moment, she turns her head, and our lips meet. It is not the same intense kiss as before. Just soft, and sweet. Somehow, this means way more than the first one did. We break away, and I smile at her. She is smiling too.

"Ok then, I guess I will talk to you later." I say, opening the truck door.

"You can count on it." She says confidently. I give her one last smile, and exit the truck.

I stand there, and watch her drive away.

I think I'm making some headway.