Chapter 6: Strike out your enemy
"I want a teriyaki chicken sandwich with a hot mocha please." Jean ordered as soon as she got to the counter.
"Good choice, didn't know you liked having carbs."
Jean sighs tiredly, of course that irritating man was still behind her waiting for his turn to order too.
"Can't you just keep quiet for once?" She grumbled at him.
Logan chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Now, where's the fun in that?"
Luckily, her food arrived and at the sight of the food her stomach growled loudly. "Shit!" She cursed to herself and hoped for him to not comment on that.
He didn't. He really didn't.
He either ignored or he could not hear her.
Jean exhaled sharply, gripping the warm coffee cup in her hands as she stepped aside, only for Logan to follow her like a persistent shadow.
"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" she muttered, barely sparing him a glance.
Logan smirked, taking an infuriatingly slow sip of his own coffee. "Not when you look like you're about to combust in frustration. It's the highlight of my morning."