Logan
After ordering me a cinnamon roll, Rebel is sucking liquid through a red and white straw. She ordered an iced coffee not long ago and seems more at ease than when I first sat down.
We have talked about random things for an hour. On the surface, platonic questions, but now the conversation is paddling back toward us. Rebel is currently busy grilling me for being in the same city.
"But it's not the off-season right now, so what are you doing in my part of the city? Don't you have games this week?"
My lips twitch at her accusing, suspicious tone. "I'm free for two days and came here to visit my friends."
"Oh..." Rebel says, and I notice her eyes going on another joyride up and down my torso.
She isn't discreet about it, yet I'm not about to call her out.
I don't want to ruin
