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“This song is about sex, right?” He asks carefully, almost as if the question was forbidden.
“Lewd!” I laugh, and he looks impatient with me. He always does but especially when I laugh. “It’s about the way her boyfriend makes herfeel!”
“Yeah, in bed,” he says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “She is saying ‘Your power comes inside me; I need you to lay beside me’… This is sex!”
I lose it in a little giggle fit, and he looks at me with exasperation. “I guess everyone has a different interpretation. The only way to know for sure is asking the songwriter,” I say. “But anyway, it’s my favorite song.”
He smiles at me. It’s a small yet beautiful smile, and he lets the subject go as I keep on singing,
When the song ends, I wrap up my performance because we’re in front of the restaurant.
“Oh my God; this place is fancy!” I exclaim once we’re out, and he’s handing the keys to the valet. “Am I underdressed?”
I look down at my dress, feeling self-conscious. Logan moves next to me, bringing my arm to lock around his and casually commenting, “You’re beautiful.”
I’m trying to hide it, but I’m beaming way too hard to make it work. We walk into the restaurant’s lobby, where the host — I guess here he’s called a ‘maître’ — waits for new patrons.
“Bardin,” Logan informs him.
Only now do I pay attention to his clothes. Dress shoes, chinos, a white shirt and a gray blazer with no tie. He is gorgeous as always.
“Yes, 7:30,” the maître says. “Over here, please.”
A man in a tuxedo opens a velvet rope for us to walk through. We are seated at a small table for two, set in a comfortable and private corner of the restaurant. We are handed our menus and left alone to look over menu options.
“Oh, it’s in French,” I say, trying to joke, but now unable to hide how out of place I’m feeling.
“Didn’t take French in school?” He doesn’t move his eyes from the menu but reaches a hand over the table to touch mine.
“It was an option in my school, but I took Spanish,” I say. “Oh, there isn’t even a translation?”
Logan lowers his menu, squeezes my hand tight, and looks at me with a small smile. “Do you want me to order for both of us?”
“You’re not going to make me eat snails, are you?” I say, half joking and half terrified.
“I promise I won’t,” he says, and I believe him.
The waiter comes. Logan orders a three-course meal, and a wine with a name I've never hear of to accompany it.
“Is that wine red or white?” I ask, trying to add to the conversation.
“Red,” he says, leaning forward, interested in me, and I love it. “Surprised you don’t know Grenache wine. You’re so knowledgeable.”
I giggle, he rolls his eyes but smiles, softening a bit.
“I’ve never been much of a wine drinker. Though Agiorgitiko wine is quite good,” I say, finally adding something interesting to the conversation.
“Greek wine in its entirety is very good,” he says.
“Have you been there?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.
“All the islands,” Logan answers, his eyes looking like they are wandering far away into the past.
“With your late wife?”
Now his eyes pierce through mine, burning me with darts of pure fire. In the end, Logan eyes go sad before he lowers his gaze.
“Yes,” he says after a few moments and soon changes the subject with a small smile. “Have you been to Greece?”
