Chapter 60 Not exactly a Romeo
~Ava’s pov~
Today was a bit boring. No Charlotte in sight as she was busy with Tristan. No Logan and I miss him alot Even though he's coming back today, I couldn't help myself from being lonely.
The diner felt too quiet without the lunch chaos, and I was just finishing up a refill run when I heard the bell above the door jingle.
I turned, expecting a customer and froze.
Logan.
Tall, broad, in his usual Titans hoodie and backward cap, looking like he hadn’t just spent the last two days tackling people in another town. His hazel eyes locked on mine the second he spotted me.
And just like that, I forgot how to hold a soda pitcher properly.
Sometimes I wonder,why does he have that hold on me? Sometimes I completely forget everything around me as my eyes locked with him.
“You’re back early,” I said excitedly,my heart skipping.
He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Coach cut us loose after the game. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“You did,” I said, setting the pitcher down before I dropped it.
“Hey,” Nate said, appearing from the back with two plates in hand. “I got Table Five’s burger—oh, hey.”
His eyes flicked between Logan and me.
Logan didn’t even blink. “You Fork Boy?”
Nate blinked. “Uh… Nate?”
“Right. Nate.” Logan gave him a smile that wasn’t really a smile. “Heard a lot about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” Nate replied, his tone easy but cautious. I cannot blame him, Logan is intimidating.
I could practically feel the testosterone thickening the air. I stepped between them to stop them from seizing each other.
“Nate, this is Logan. Logan, Nate.”
“Boyfriend,” Logan added quickly, sticking out a hand. “Ava's boyfriend, the one and only"
Nate shook it. “Cool. Co-worker. Ava's co worker"
The handshake lasted a second too long.
Competitive. Predictable.
“I was just helping Ava clean up,” Nate added, like that would defuse things.
“It’s part of his job,” I said, shooting Logan a look.
He shrugged, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek, lingering just long enough to make a point. “Missed you.”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered, but my face was burning.
Nate cleared his throat. “Well, I should… go wipe down the booths.”
“Make sure you don’t drop anything,” Logan said, not even trying to hide it.
Nate gave him a smile. “I’ll try not to. No promises.”
Once Nate disappeared into the far corner of the diner, I smacked Logan lightly with a napkin. “What was that?”
“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I was polite.”
“That was not polite at all. You were jealous”
“Better than letting Fork Boy think he’s got a shot.”
“He doesn’t have a shot.”
“Didn’t look like it yesterday when you were texting me about his dimple.”
I groaned. “Oh my god, you’re literally jealous.”
“I’m observant,” he corrected, sliding into the booth I had just wiped down. “And maybe a little possessive.”
“You don’t say.”
He tugged me down beside him. “What can I say? I leave for twenty-four hours, and suddenly my girlfriend’s training a handsome new hire who probably writes poetry on the side.”
“He dropped an entire tray of forks, Logan. He’s not exactly Romeo.”
“Yeah, but you smiled at him.”
“Because he fell into a booth while holding soup!”
Logan just smirked and stretched his arm around my shoulders. “I’m still not a fan.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“I’m just saying,” he added, lowering his voice and leaning in, “he might have the dimples, but I know exactly how to make you melt.”
I hate how right he was.
“Stop being hot and annoying,” I mumbled.
He kissed my temple. “No promises.”
From across the diner, Nate glanced over, his expression unreadable.
He looked like he was plotting something, and by the expression on his face, it wasn't anything good.