Strawberry Thoughts

I remember the day I saw Logan the Elf at my company’s annual Christmas dinner.

While I was standing near the entrance of the restaurant, I heard Logan’s low voice echo around me. Logan walked in with one of my co-worker’s on his side. His hair was tousled up into a strange up-do (he looked weird without his Elf hat on, really). His shirt was obviously new and not normally part of his typical everyday attire (by the way he kept adjusting his collar, I knew that button-down shirts weren’t his thing). His smile never left his plump lips, and I liked that about him.

Logan the Elf grinned at the guests while pushing his hands into his pant’s pockets. After he let out a low cough, Logan’s eyes wandered in my direction.

I quickly looked away like a shy schoolgirl when Logan looked at me, causing me to slightly choke on my wine. By the end of the night, I knew I was as red as my wine.

Logan the Elf didn't say anything to me that company dinner. I thought it was funny because he was drunk the entire night. He talked to a fern for most of it.