{Max's apartment} around 8 o'clock that night

Max hurried around the kitchen, trying to finish everything in time. Just as she finished putting the plates on the table, there was a knock on the door. Knowing it was Logan, Max smiled, although she quickly covered it up before she opened the door. Logan sat there, with a rose and wine in hand. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that made his godly blue eyes even more accentuated((he's looking NICE tonight!)) Max said silently as she whistled almost inaudibly under her breath.

"What?" Logan asked, puzzled ((did she say something?))

"Huh?" Knowing now that he heard her, she almost blushed ((shoot, I shouldn't have said anything...))

"Did you say something?" he asked ((she did, she's blushing))

"Me? No I didn't say anything." ((I just hope he didn't hear what I said...))

Not quite believing her, "Well, in that case, may I?" ((she said something, but what?))

"May you? oh yeah, of course, come in." blushing some more, Max moved aside for him to come in.

Taking a quick look around the room, making sure everything was in place, Max closed the door and walked over to the stereo, putting on some mood setting music. Very different from the classical stuff Logan always had playing.

Then walking over to the table, Max felt his eyes on her back ((just let him look))

She turned around and they stared at each other...each breaking the gaze after a minute, "So" they said at the same time. After some nervous laughter from both parties, Max motioned for Logan to take a seat. ((maybe he would really like to actually sit at the table, in a chair)) No sooner thought, then Max moved behind him and lifted him onto a chair. Looking surprised, Logan glanced up at her. Seeing surprise on her face also, he smiled.

Getting up from the table abruptly, Max excused herself to the bathroom, where she proceeded to pop a Tryptophan, feeling a seizure coming on. Sitting on the floor she began to shake...

"Max? You ok?" Logan asked, wondering what was taking so long.



"Yeah, I'll be right there.." she replied hoping he didn't hear the stammer in her voice. ((perfect timing)) she thought bitterly as the seizure gradually lost severity, and then stopped. Taking another pill, just in case, she splashed some water on her face and went back out.

Looking up at her as she came out of the bathroom, Logan sensed something was up, but decided not to mention it. "So, What's on the menu?" he asked, using a phony French accent that made both of them laugh. Max rather weakly.

Tired, but not wanting to let it show, she said "Well, let's see...something you haven't had in a while..."

Playing along, Logan began to guess...."Chicken? We almost had that, so I guess it doesn't count" remembering the incident both obtained a slightly amused expression.

"Hmm...give me a hint?" Logan begged, batting his eyelashes and pouting his lips.

((don't look at him when he does that...he looks like a little puppy that needs a home...))
Max continued "Ok, a hint. It comes from an animal that goes moo." she chuckled, as did he.

"Well, giving that very obvious clue, I do believe, you mean a cow."

"Right on"

"Can't wait"

--Max got up from the table slowly, and got out the hamburgers, homemade fries and shakes.

Beginning to eat, Logan, delighted said "I haven't had this since I was a kid! Where did you get everything?"

"I have my ways" Max replied mysteriously

"Did you steal it? ((I hope she didn't just for me, she could get in trouble for that...on the other hand, it is good!))

"Ah! You insult me!" a hint of fake hurt pride creeping into her voice as she pouted.



((don't look at her when she does that Cale, you'll be drawn into those liquid brown eyes...stop it!!)) "Sorry, I didn't mean to." he said with obvious concern, then seeing her smiling at him, he realized it was a joke, and he smiled back willingly.

"Almost forgot," he said, bringing out a wine bottle. "Here."

Taking it from him, Max looked at the label.

"Does it pass the exam?" he asked jokingly

"Yeah, but what I want to know, is how you get all this pre-pulse stuff..?"

Grinning mischievously, Logan replied "I have my ways" Both continued their meal, in companionable silence, occasionally glancing up at each other.

During dinner, conversation was minimal-Logan breaking a long silence with, "How was work today?"

"You know, same old, same old....only this one new guy at work grabbed my ass , tried to fiddle with my hair too, till I taught him better!!" ((that should get him started))

At the word ass, Logan's mind began to drift...Max could see it in his eyes, and smiled inwardly.

"You ok? He didn't hurt you or anything did he? Did he see your barcode?" ((if he did, he will have to deal with me))

Seeing genuine concern on his face, she faked sincerity for his sake. "Nah, I'm aiight. No harm done. I don't think he saw it, his mind was elsewhere" raising an eyebrow at the last part (( what's he gonna do? go in there and beat him up?))

After they finished dinner, Logan questioned "So, what's for dessert?"

"Me" with a mischievous look, Max answered, biting her lip ((that should really get him thinking))

Taken aback, Logan managed to squeeze out "Ex..cuse me?" ((did I hear what I think I heard?))

"Oh, I meant to say...you, no, I mean, milk and chocolate." laughing at his discomfort, Max waited for a come back.

"Hmm...is that your naughty side poking through the so called fog bank?"


At those words, Logan sensed Max's mental walls slam back up. Immediately sorry he said it, he wished he could take it back, but of course, he couldn't.

"Not that you are one, I mean...I don't think of you as that...you're more to me then that..I mean, to anyone...." ((good job Cale, you sound like a stuttering second grader))

Brightening up a little at his discomfort, Max suggested they go sit down on the couch and have the chocolate. Even though it was old, it was still good, and Logan proceeded to tell her that.

"That's delicious."

"Yeah, it is." Max answered, then licked her lips, very slowly.((hehehe))

Logan looked at her mouth as she did so, and she knew it ((jeez why do I get so uncomfortable when she does that? it drives me crazy!!))

"Well, I had a long day...I'm kinda tired so I'm gonna lie down for a little while"
((just to see what he will do...not like I'm really tired...the seizure did take a lot from me though..))

After saying that, Max proceeded to put her head in Logan's lap and settle down...

((tired? Max, tired?)) "Umm...ok...sure." ((stay calm Cale, stay calm)) slightly surprised she was there, in his lap, he became tense, and she felt it.

Trying to get him to relax a bit, she said "Hey, could you scratch my back, I got an itch." Looking up at him slightly, she saw him smile, and happy to oblige, Logan began scratching. Gradually making his way up to her barcode, where he gently traced around it with his fingers ((careful Cale, she's just going to run again, don't get settled)) Then, brushing his fingers down her spine, she shivered.

((you can't run again Max, don't go, you know you want to stay, don't ruin it again))