logan
DATE: new year’s eve LOCATION: near santa monica pier @loganlancaster
It’s been a while since she was on a date. Or at least one where she genuinely cared about the outcome. Truth be told, she’s probably been avoiding it. What had started out simply as her obeying methods of keeping sobriety ( the first year of recovery needing to be free of any romantic entanglements ) had become a genuine fear of attachment -- of allowing someone close enough to see all the flaws she so carefully tried to mask. But try as she might, and god had she attempted to persuade herself otherwise, Logan had charmed her. The sincerity, the ease of their last encounters, the smile ( one that danced in his eyes and made him look so much happier than he had when they’d first met. ) There was what he’d said to her too, words that had left her feeling safe, comforted, and perhaps even understood. So she found herself here, with a faint flutter of nerves coursing through her stomach, nervous, hopeful.
The soft thudding of waves against sand was still able to be heard under the swell of music, a gentler party than those she knew were raging downtown. The proximity to the ocean, the lack of messy drunks, it centered her, and maybe he’d simply suggested it by chance, but there was a part of her that thought otherwise. Even with their first hike, he’d chosen one that specifically ended with water -- a touch of the ocean she’d grown to love so much. Although she suspected he’d claim it as coincidence if she asked. A silent thrill of nerves shot through her at the sight of him -- tall, unable to be missed in a crowd, and she couldn’t deny the physical attraction there too. “Hey,” She breathed as he drew closer, a smile beaming on her lips. “Happy New Year!”
