Logan's P.O.V
As I advanced towards our normal seat, I saw him. He was slouched in his chair with one leg sprawled out into the one across from him. I took it all in the hair, the long legs, the slouched yet comfortable body position. Fuck he's beautiful, I thought to myself. I was brought out of my own thoughts by the nice man cooking the burgers sliding me two plates, one for me and one for the man of my dreams. Yes, I'm whipped. No, I don't care. Have you seen this man? You'd be whipped too. I walk over to him and try to calm myself. You'd think that after knowing him for this long I wouldn't be nervous but he makes me feel some type of way that I can't describe. I slide his plate towards him as I set mine down at my seat diagonal from him. He looks up at me expectantly, shit I forgot I had to get the drinks. I walk over to the drink machine and get our usual pink lemonades. I return to the table and hand him his cup. He takes it and smiles.
"Thanks Logan. I love you bro." He gently blows me a smooch.
"No problem QT. Love you. Forever and always."
