cross-posted to jam_pony_fic.
this is a max/logan drabble i wrote for myhappyface about a month back that i meant to post here, but never got around to posting. anyway, here it is now.
It's just dinner. That's what she tells Original Cindy and herself as she gets ready to go over to Logan's.
But for some reason, she's stepping into the shower as soon as she gets home from work, wanting to get cleaned up. She's having trouble figuring out what to wear and finally deciding on a red shirt because she remembers how he told her she looked beautiful in the red dress she wore to his cousin's wedding. She's shaving her legs, putting on lip gloss, giving her reflection one more glance in the rearview mirror of her Ninja.
She keeps telling herself that these are just normal, everyday things, things one usually does without even thinking.
But the fact that she's thinking of these things, making sure she does them, is making her wonder if it's really "just dinner" after all.
It's just dinner. That's what she tells Original Cindy and herself as she gets ready to go over to Logan's.
But for some reason, she's stepping into the shower as soon as she gets home from work, wanting to get cleaned up. She's having trouble figuring out what to wear and finally deciding on a red shirt because she remembers how he told her she looked beautiful in the red dress she wore to his cousin's wedding. She's shaving her legs, putting on lip gloss, giving her reflection one more glance in the rearview mirror of her Ninja.
She keeps telling herself that these are just normal, everyday things, things one usually does without even thinking.
But the fact that she's thinking of these things, making sure she does them, is making her wonder if it's really "just dinner" after all.