Anna's POV
"Logan?" I gaped in shock, momentarily forgetting how to respond. My brain short-circuited as I stared at the man across the table.
"How the hell is it you?"
Logan chuckled, his eyes wandering over my severe business attire, tight bun, and black-framed glasses. His lips twitched. "Dressed like that? Clearly trying to sabotage the date before it even started, huh?"
Heat crawled up my neck as I yanked off the unnecessary glasses. "My mom said I'd be meeting someone I already knew, but I never imagined it would be you." My fingers fidgeted with the temple of the glasses. "I just... I'm focusing on my career right now, not relationships. Hence the tactical fashion choice."
After ordering our meals, curiosity got the better of me. "Did Doris tell you I was your blind date?"
Logan's smile widened as he poured water into my glass. "Not explicitly.