Fly High | ✅

40 | Playing with fire

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"He was kissing a man." There. I dropped the bomb. I took a peek at her and saw Kara's jaw dropped open in total shock.

"That's..." Her eyes blinked rapidly and I could see that she was lost for words. "That's impossible. I never knew he's bi. I mean...I've never seen him showed any interest in guys. He was the straightest man I know!"

Her voice grew shrill as her agitation rose and it was starting to get looks from nearby booths.

"Shhh! You need to keep your voice down!" I hissed as softly as I could. "I shouldn't have told you this if I know this is how you'll react," I glared at her.

"No, you did the right thing. Trust me." Her hand gripped mine to assure me. "Not a single soul will know I heard this from you. Definitely not Logan."

I stared straight at her. "I hope you will keep your pro-"

"Fuck, it took forever for this to dry! I just made a total ass of myself gyrating under the hand dryer," Logan grumbled as he strode to our table. His gaze dropped to Kara's hand on top of mine.

I pulled my hand away quickly and cleared my throat awkwardly. With a suspicious look on his face, Logan motioned for me to scoot over. I slid my butt nearer to the other end of the seat. He slumped back to the seat and looked at us both averting our gazes.

"What's wrong? Why did you two looked like you got caught with your hands in the cookie jar?" Logan asked, his eyes fleeting between Kara and me.

"Fratello! I hope you didn't wait for long." The chef's bubbly voice cut through the tense air. A plate of bombolone piled high was placed on the table followed by a pan of sizzling magherita and three shepherd's pie. The cannoli was the last to join us, the ricotta filling oozing from both ends.

Logan let the matter slid away for the time being and turned to grin at his friend. "I could wait for a whole year just for this delicious babies." He rubbed his hands together in delight.

Giù's lips curled in distaste. "Been here for ten years and I still can't understand American's choice of words, fratello. You made my restaurant sound like a cannibalistic fest!" He shook his head in disapproval.

Logan laughed heartily. "Well, get used to it. You're about to hear more explicit comments once I dig in."

"And I shall retreat back to my sanctuary, the kitchen." He turned to Kara and straightened his polka dot bow tie proudly and bowed, "Gustare, bella signora."

The corner of Kara's eyes crinkled and she thanked the chef, "Grazie."

The chef returned to his fort while I was reaching for the second piece of the pizza. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the charm of tomatoes and mozzarella.

Logan reached for the pizza too, the stringy cheese pulled into thin threads before breaking off. He used his fingers to gather the stray ends and piled them on the slice. "So, what's the deal?" he asked with his mouth full of dough and cheese.

Kara chuckled a little unnaturally, her eyes was shifty and couldn't look straight into Logan's eyes.

She picked on a cannoli and nibbled on it. "We were just plotting on how to get these yummy food for ourselves. With your giant appetite, we doubt we can even get a crumb when you're finished."

I groaned inwardly. Nice job, Kara. He totally bought it.

Logan didn't look convinced at all but he didn't press any further. He popped a whole bombolone into his mouth and munched on it, his mind distracted.