The f**k?
I watched him carefully as he sat down and grabbed a handful of spoonfuls of the cornbread I prepared. He was acting all different, I wouldn't say I know why, but he had his choice. Logan doesn't seem like a person you would understand his lifestyle easily.
"Do you want to keep standing, while watching me eat your cornbread?" He asked me, not even giving me a glimpse.
I slowly sat down, still staring at him. I wonder if I should ask him why he made that sudden reaction to me or if should I keep my mouth shut.
"What's on your mind?" He asked first.
"Would you mind sharing what happened outside, you came back a little bit earlier than the expected evening you told me?" I said, not minding that outcome.
"It's a personal issue, I don't want to disturb you, You made this cornbre
