Logan walked through the door to the banquet hall, Dylan right behind him. Logan tried to focus on finding their names at the round tables that were set up around the room, but no matter how hard he tried not to look, he found his eyes drifting back over to Hazel as she made her way through the buffet.
“Dude, our seats are here. You passed our name cards at least three times now,” Dylan said, pointing to two seats on the other side of Logan.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’ve been a little distracted lately,” his eyes subconsciously flitting over to Hazel again.
Dylan felt jealousy rising in his chest again. Logan was so obviously checking Hazel out. “I wonder why she didn’t bring her husband as her plus one?”
Logan snapped his head back towards Dylan.
