Losing Logan

Chapter 8

Somehow Bruno manages to get to the park before

me. Probably due to the fact that the drive through

worker at the SandWitch was a total moron who

couldn't get my order straight until I finally wrote it out

for him. It also didn't help that Logan was in my ear the

whole time telling me over and over that Bruno doesn't

like onions or tomatoes.

Finally I'd just yelled, "I know. No freaking onions

or tomatoes."

The cashier was appalled and a curt, "Yes, I heard

you ma'am," crackled through the ancient speaker. I

proceeded to slam my head into the steering wheel until

my food was ready.

Now, as I pull to a stop beside Bruno's truck, I

look at Logan sternly.

"You can't keep talking in my ear like that. It's too

distracting."

He raises an eyebrow.

I point, "I mean it Logan, either stay here or stay

quiet."

He makes a lip zipping gesture and I climb out of

the car, bag of food in one hand, drink carrier in the other.

Bruno is sitting at a picnic bench, staring at his

phone.

"Hey," I call and he looks up, relief flooding his

face. He jumps to his feet and rushes over, taking the

drinks for me.

"Hey," he says as we walk back to his bench with

Logan lagging behind.

Opening the bag I pull out his sandwich and dill

pickle potato chips.

"Oh yum. I'm starving."

He unwraps the sandwich and spreads the bread,

looking for the innards.

"No tomatoes, no onions, right?" I offer and he

grins.

"How did you know?" he asks, reassembling his

sandwich and taking a bite.

Oh shit.

I try to play it off with a shrug. Just when I'm

afraid he's not going to drop it he smiles at me and I feel

the tension leaving my body.

"Fine. Be mysterious," he jokes and takes another

bite.

I dig in to my own sandwich, not realizing how

hungry I am until I've devoured half the sub in five

seconds flat.

"So how was your meeting?" he asks, taking a

drink.

I swallow and set my sandwich down.

"Good. Productive." I grin and take a sip, "I didn't

even fight with Leena today."