Once we open the main doors, the line is already to the street. Logan comes in looking sexy with his messy hair. Delores is busy running around, but waves and smiles as soon as she sees him. It makes me laugh. Not hesitating, he grabs an apron and stands beside me. For the next hour, I scoop potatoes and he scoops green beans. It’s a sweet gesture he’s here. Sometimes serving food is a thankless job, but to know I’m helping someone is enough. After everyone has eaten and we’ve cleaned up, Logan leans over and gives me an unexpected kiss in front of the other volunteers.
“Sorry,” he says, noticing he caught me off guard.
“It’s fine. I’m happy you’re here.” I give him a smile.
“There’s my sweetheart! How’ve you been, Sugar?” Delores asks, handing us both cold soapy dish towels to clean th
