"She's just too good for me."
James and Logan had gone up to their room in order to hide from further shame. James was laying facedown on the coach, and Logan was doing the dishes. He always said he liked to help out Mama Knight. Truthfully, he just did chores when he was thinking deeply.
"Well, what have you said to her so far?"
"What do you mean?"
"What have you said? You keep roving on and on about how she's a goddess with the voice of warm honey mixed with sunlight. What have you told her about that?"
James blushed, but Logan couldn't see it. He threw a blanket over the top half of his body just to make sure before he answered.
"I haven't really. I just said that I saw her at the Karaoke bar and that I wanted to go out with her."
"There you go! She doesn't not like you; She just thinks you're a stalker!"
Logan's voice sounded nearer to James, but he couldn't see him.
"You just have to talk to her. That way, she'll know you aren't a stalker or a murderer or a rapist," Logan said.
"How do I do that?"
That was when James felt the blanket fly off of his body. He turned toward Logan, and waited for his answer.
"You buy her a smoothie!"