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aren’t used to having a guy pay for at least your coffee.”
    I laugh out loud and cover my mouth quickly with my hand. “Well, some of them are, but I don’t date much so I wouldn’t know, outside what I see in school.” I shrug my shoulders and quickly change the subject from dating. “We can go take a seat. Michelle will bring over the chai when it’s done.”
    We make our way over to a loveseat in a far corner. It’s a dark wine color with big cushions and antique gold buttons along the front of the arm rest. As we sit, there is an awkward silence hanging around us. Well, at least I thought it was awkward. By the look on his face, he might just be mulling over what he is going to say. He looks cute when he does that.
    Damnit Kate, don’t do that. You can’t let him get close. Just friends. Just. Friends.
    He sits and hikes one leg onto the sofa so that he is angled toward me with one knee on the sofa, his black boot hanging off the edge. He props his elbow onto the cushion sinking in a bit more than I think he anticipated. “So.” He starts as he adjusts his elbow.
    “So.” I respond as I ease myself into the same position, with the exception of the elbow.
    “You must come here a lot if you have a usual, huh?”
    “Yeah, I prefer it to the trendier coffee shops. Besides, Michelle and the owners are really nice.” I try to calm the butterflies in my stomach that begin to take residency.
    As if on cue, Michelle walks up with two large matte black mugs each etched with a different design of a coffee cup on the side. I watch the steam rising from the cups as the butterflies continue to eat at me and take a few deep breaths as it suddenly gets thicker and rises higher.
    Oh come on, not here, not now.
    I shift my gaze to Logan who is looking at me and then back to the cups. Thank God, the steam is back to normal. Phew! I take another deep breath and try to calm myself. Though it doesn’t work as much as I would like.
    “Two Chai lattes, strong, with whip cream and cinnamon.” Her eyes continue to flicker to Logan, though I am not sure he’s noticed. “Anything else I can get you guys?”
    I look at Logan and he softly shakes his head.
    “We’re good hun, thank you.” I can’t help myself and laugh quietly as she walks away.
    “What is it?” He sits up.
    “You didn’t see that?”
    “See what?”
    “Are you serious? She was practically begging you to pay attention to her.” I reach for my tea and feel the heat of the mug as I wrap my fingers around the handle.
    Logan shakes his head as he reaches for his mug also.
    “Are you going to tell me that you’re so used to it happening that you don’t even see it anymore?”
    He takes a cautious sip and puts the mug back down. “What do you mean by that?”
    “Come on. Are you going to tell me that girls don’t fall over themselves around you? And that on top of that, you don’t see it?” I lean forward putting my mug down on the coffee table after almost burning my lips on the hot liquid inside.
    “I don’t know, I just don’t pay attention to that.”
    “Let me get this straight, Polo. You’re good looking, I’m taking a wild stab here, but judging by your car and manner of dress, you aren’t hurting for cash, you’re really nice, and you don’t take advantage of or even notice the girls that fall over themselves for you?”
    “So you’re saying, you think I’m good looking and nice?” He smiles smugly as he grabs his tea and takes another sip.
    “I’m saying, that if that’s true, you are a different specimen indeed from any guy I have met around here, and I grew up around here!”
    “Guess I’m just full of surprises Spunky.”
    “Spunky? We’re back to that nickname?”
    “Well, I’m still Polo aren’t I?”
    I look down at the t-shirt he is wearing and it has polo scrawled across the front. He follows my gaze and throws his head back in defeat.
    “Yep, you’re still Polo.” I smirk confidently.
    “Well, you still