*~~Chapter Eleven~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

We were seated, and Logan ordered for us both. Since I have no idea what the restaurant serves, all the names on the menus are.... weird. With no ingredient instructions. I have some allergies but not very prominent ones so I should be fine. I turned my head, surveying the people around us. In this area, there weren’t more than twelve tables.

Logan has gotten us white wine, and an appetizer to keep our mouths busy while the main course was being prepared. It was nice. I could see someone that I recognized. My spine immediately tensed up. I know that face a little bit too much. A guy who’d gone out with me for a day just so he could get with my sister- yes, she went out with him while Logan was pining for her. She didn’t give a fuck. I think she liked it better when the men dated me, and then her.

Like they were making the conclusive comparison that she was far better than me. Of course, it never made me feel alright. I was uncomfortable the moment I saw his face.