Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 31

"Are you ready to order?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the snarky voice directed towards me.

The waitress is a tall girl with bright amber eyes and shoulder length black hair. Her name-tag reads Isabelle and her uniform which consisted of a black pants and black v-neck with the café name on it showed off a large amount of cleavage and fit snug against her body.

"So? Yes or no?" She asks, her annoyed tone indicating that she was tired of waiting for an answer.

"Actually, C-Can you come back in a bit? I'm waiting for someone." I ask shyly.

"Sure thing." She answers sighing. Before leaving she flashes me a small fake smile, with teeth and all, as if she was silently telling me thanks for wasting her time.

I peel my eyes away from her and look down into my lap. I try to not drown in the memories of my mom and instead just sit quietly listening to the music.

Soon another fifteen minutes have gone by and Isabelle has returned twice more. Each time I tell her I'm not ready she grows even more impatient with me. From across the room I can see her finishing up an order. She turns around, seeming like she's about to revisit my table for the fourth time.

My attention on Isabelle is suddenly directed to the door when the familiar sound of the bell ringing starts. Logan walks into the café dressed in a semi-tight black sweatshirt, dark wash jeans and black sneakers. His eyes scan around the room, like they did that one day in Ms.Thomas's class, until he settles upon me.

I sheepishly raise my hand and give him a small wave. His expression doesn't falter and remains a bit blank as he walks over to the table I'm sitting at.

"Hey, sorry for taking a while. How long were you waiting?" He asks while pulling out his chair and sitting on it.

"Uh, not that long. It's okay." I answer.

He doesn't respond to this and instead stays quiet raking, his eyes over my appearance before dropping his gaze down to the menus on the table. He picks one up with his hand and pulls it to the edge of the table focusing his eyes on it.

I bite down on my bottom lip feeling unsure of how to open the conversation. Usually this isn't my problem, Logan was more of a talker than I am. Even just that one sentence that he spoke sounded different than his regular tone. He sounded less lively.. and more distant.

I ball my hands into fists in my lap and knock my fingers together in hopes that maybe he would break the silence hanging between us. He continues staring at the menu and momentarily sets it down to crack his knuckles but his sight remains latched onto the laminated rectangle in front of him.

"Logan.." I mutter his name.

"Yeah?" He finally looks up at me.

The sentence I'm about to let out gets stuck in my throat as I watch him. His green orbs bore into mine a few seconds later and he narrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna speak or not? You said you had something you wanted to talk about." His words indicates a hint of annoyance behind them.

I can feel my stomach drop like a ton of bricks. My mouth goes dry and suddenly the conversation I had imagined us having disappeared from my mind. My eyes flutter down to my lap and my lips form different words testing out what I could say.

"Uh, I'm sorry I just need to use the bathroom really quickly." The words rush out of my as fast as I stand up from my seat. Logan just sighs and nods his head in response.

I make my way to the bathroom and push forward the big door. I stumble up to one of the large mirrors and stare at my reflection. More pieces of my hair had fallen out of my braid and fell around my face in odd places. I quickly tuck them back into place before letting out a sigh.