"Why back to the spitting incident again?" Evonne fumed again. Here she almost thought he was a pleasant man to talk to, what with both of them liking Malaysia and whatnot, but now he was back to being that annoying man again. "Well, that is why I'm here," Logan said simply with a shrug of his shoulder.
"You… argh. I'll personally deposit that money into your bank account tomorrow. And don't ask for cash because I don't carry that much. Just text me your bank information later. Now I'm leaving. Don't follow me." Evonne turned to walk away.
But it was only a few seconds later when she heard footsteps beside her, and turning around, she saw Logan smiling at his seductive charm towards her again, the same he used with her at his house when she delivered those roses.
This time, though, she was not fazed. "Now what?" she shouted at him. "I was just thinking about why we always seem to run into each other like this." Logan walked in front of Evonne and blocked her way.
"Don't you think the wheel of fate is playing a hand in this?" he asked with amusement. "No. I don't think the wheel of fate has a hand in this. I think it's more like the wheel of misfortune,"
Evonne said, then turned on her heel and walked around Logan while he just burst into a fit of laughter. "Really?" he managed to say after he caught his breath. "I like to think of it as fate.
Like we're meant to be rivals or enemies for life; that's why I keep seeing you everywhere," he said as he took off after her again. "What are you doing? Go back to your car.
Stop following me." Evonne shooed Logan away as if she were shooing away an eager Labrador. "I'm not following you. I'm only taking a leisurely walk. It's a nice day for a walk."
"In this part of town? Like this?" Evonne gestured to their surroundings. "Yes, in this part of town. Like this," Logan said simply, then continued on walking, pretending to admire the view around them.
"I wouldn't expect a guy like you to be seen walking on a footpath like this." "What? Can't a Swedish Lord like me walk on this footpath too?" He inched closer to her. "Yes, you can, but not near me," Evonne said, feeling a little intimidated as he stood so close.
She walked faster, trying to outdo him, but no matter how fast she walked, her short legs could only take her so far, and his long stride dissolved more distance than hers.
"The footpath is quite small. Of course, I have to stand near you while walking," Logan said. Evonne ceased her power-walking and stood facing him. She almost craned her neck just to see his face.
Hell, from this distance, she felt so small standing next to him. In the afternoon sunlight, his long, dusty corn silk hair shone as if spun gold atop his head, and her hands yearned to run through it.