48. Please, Stay

Daniel

I nearly choke as I see Logan putting a pair of glasses on. Since when does he wear glasses?

"What?" he asks when he notices me staring at him.

"Why are you wearing those? Your eyesight is fine," I say.

"How would you know that? I'm getting older, so maybe I need these," Logan pouts.

I chuckle at that. Those glasses are obviously fake, but he kind of looks hot in them. Gives me the professor vibe. "No, seriously..."

"Alright, fine. They are fake. Sometimes I put them on to look more professional. You know...so people take me more seriously," he says.

"I'm sure people take you plenty seriously when you hold a gun on their forehead," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Awww! That's sweet of you to say. But I prefer holding a knife to their throat," Logan corrects me.

"Are you going to read me something or not?" I snap.

"Oh yeah, sorry." Logan adjusts his glasses and then opens the book he was holding earlier.

"It was a typical Mon..."

"Wait!" I stop him.

"What?" he looks up at me.

"You didn