"See, can you see this?" Logan showed Evonne her driver's license, tapping at her picture while trying very hard to suppress his laughter.
"I'm seeing my picture," Evonne stated seriously. "No, you're seeing an Apple," Logan said again. "An Apple?' Evonne questioned Logan in confusion. The look on her face just made Logan want to tease her even more. "Yes. An Apple." "I don't see an Apple. Just me."
No matter how many times Evonne looked at her image on the ID, she still could only see herself. What was this Lothario on about? "Look, let's look at it this way." Logan began his explanation. "All Apples look the same on the outside, right? Evonne nodded in agreement.
"They're green, maybe a little rough and wrinkly on the outside, but once you peel off the skin and check the meat, that's when you know they're old and soft." "So what you're trying to say is that I'm an Apple?" Evonne reiterated.
"Yes, you're an Apple," he confirmed. "I still don't get it. I don't look that old. You said so yourself a minute ago." "Lord, woman! It's the inside that counts. You know, the mechanics."
"What are you on about? I still don't understand. Speak English." "I am speaking English. It's you who's acting all dense."
"Who are you calling dense?" Evonne had had enough of this man. Who was he to call her dense? She was a smart woman who had accomplished so many things in her thirty years. "You, woman. You!" Logan said again, poking at her forehead to press his point.
"Stop calling me a woman," she shouted, brushing his finger from her face and snatching back her license. "You just called me a sweetheart before." "That was before you said you were thirty, acting all innocent and that."
"Now I'm acting all innocent? I tell you, mister, I am neither dense nor am I playing innocent, becau—" "It doesn't matter now." Logan butted in. "And even if you were acting all innocent now, I wouldn't believe you.
A woman like you should act well and refined, like aged wine, matured to perfection. But you, now that I know your age, you don't act like wine at all. You're an Apple." "Stop with the Apple. My name is Evonne. Not Apple or woman or even sweetheart." She fumed.
"Sorry, Apple is for me. Apple. Apple," Logan repeated, just to make sure Evonne was mad. He loved her angry face.
"Evonne! Evonne!" Evonne repeated, her cheeks turning bright pink. " Apple. Apple. I kind of like the sound of it now. Nice and smooth on my tongue." "Arrgh, you insufferable man. I've had enough of you.
Why am I even arguing with you anyway? A waste of my time. I'm leaving. And I pray to the Lord that if I see you again, I'll bite off my tongue," Evonne vowed. Logan felt a little disappointed when Evonne said she was going. He was having so much fun with the bickering and teasing.
He didn't want it to end yet. "I'll wager you on that, Apple," he said, just so they could continue with their bickering a little more.
"If I see you again, I swear on my life that I'll never look at another woman again. Which is hardly likely since I love my girls too much. And just for the record, my name is Logan. You know, the mysterious Logan that likes to hunt down innocent girls."
Then he winked at her. Come on, give me a good comeback, he challenged. "Arrrgh, you Lothario. I hope you marry a woman who holds an iron rod in her hand. Then she'll beat you into shape." Evonne growled, then stormed off, leaving Logan to laugh in her wake.