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18 | Truth or truth

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"I can explain," I started as I slowly backed off from the fuming man. Logan's grip on the tub tightened, his mouth set in a grim line. He then placed the tub on the countertop as if this was an interrogation and the ice cream was the victim.

"I'm listening," he gritted out.

I gulped audibly. I never would have expected him to be so protective over his ice cream. He'd even said he'll add it to my tab!

Geez, calm your balls. It's just ice cream.

"I just thought it'll be a waste to throw them away. I mean...they're still perfectly edible," I reasoned.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Who the hell told you I was going to throw them away?"

You don't have to say the words. Not when you looked like you were kicked at the balls when you took the first bite!

"I assumed?" I answered in a small voice, as small as a church mouse.

"You assume a lot of things, Adrian," he interjected. I was a little surprised that he called me by my name. The way my name sounded like whiskey on the rocks made me a little giddy too. Something I could get drunk on.

He sighed aloud and ran his hand through his hair in an exasperated manner. "Baseless assumptions. First my ex-wife and now this?" he continued.

His stare was starting to get penetrative. I dropped my gaze to my feet and whispered, "I can't help it. I don't know what you're thinking."

He let out a huff and said, "I can say the same."

A loud clap sounded like a thunder erupted in a sudden, making my head snapped up and looked at the windows. Three consecutive lightnings flashed through the sky, momentarily lighting up the living room in flashes of blue and purple.

Just like the first time we met.

"Shit. I doubt there'll be any customers in this weather," Logan grumbled. His hand reached the back of his pants and fished out his phone to call someone.

I remained standing before him, not daring to move a muscle like a kid waiting to be lectured. I stole a glance at the ice cream. It had melted considerably and covered most of the strawberries, leaving crimson spots stark against the minty green ocean.

"Mike? Yeah, you can leave when you're finished. I won't be coming," he explained to the person on the other end of the line. Another thunder rumbled in a distance and triggered one of the car's alarm downstairs. Logan's frown deepened and he clicked his tongue while shooting a dirty glance at the window.

I figured Mike couldn't hear him because Logan raised his voice to the point he was shouting at the phone.

"Hello?! I said you can leave! You hear me?!" he shouted, his gaze flitted to my direction. "Roll the shutter down too!" he added on a second thought.

I couldn't help but to roll my eyes at him. He smirked at my reaction and ended the call.

He'll never let me live this down.

The rain was still pouring buckets out there, a perfect excuse for me to stay. Logan crossed the room and peered at the dark sky.

"Guess you're stuck here, huh?" Logan commented.

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement, trying hard not to sound too eager.

He hummed while walking to the couch and slumped on it unceremoniously, his feet propped on the coffee table. Meanwhile, I remained at my spot in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Logan let out a sigh and motioned me over before patting on the space beside him.

I slowly trudged to his direction, stopping halfway to retrieve the towel which had fallen to the ground just now and wrapped it around my shoulders. My limbs moved almost mechanically when I lowered myself on the couch.

We both sat on the couch, his gait relaxed while mine was stiff.

"This is going to be a long day," he remarked as he shifted his weight to a more comfortable position. I glanced at the digital clock propped against the wall. It read 4:37 p.m. My eyes caught our reflection on the black TV screen unwittingly. His reflection was staring back at me. At us.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" Logan asked after a moment of silence.

I jumped slightly in my seat as I was too focused on the sight we painted on the blank screen. He continued looking straight at the screen.

"The TV will be shitty anyway in this weather," he explained. "I supposed it'll be more interesting than us watching the screen snows."

"What game?" I asked.

"Truth or truth," he suggested. "It's almost like Truth or Dare but without the Dare obviously. Each of us will take turns to ask a question and we must answer truthfully. You'll only have one chance to pass. Once you decided to pass, you must do whatever your opponent asks," he explained, all the while staring straight at my reflection.

"Think of it as a remastered version. You up for it?" he asked, almost in a challenging manner.

I pondered on it for a minute. This could go both ways. As much as I was dying to know more about him, I wasn't sure if I could handle the questions he had in mind.

That didn't mean you can't lie about it, my inner self pointed out. For the first time, I agreed with him. I knew this was a low move but I wouldn't know if Logan's telling the truth anyway. I steeled my gaze at his reflection and said, "I'm in."

Logan's reflection grinned smugly.

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Author's note

Logan is an oddball to be honest XD. A crafty oddball.

Thank you for reading this chapter! Happy weekend

{Song: Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful by Paloma Faith}