Logan reeled away from the touch. His hand reached up to cover the hole and his eyes narrowed. What was it with this chick?
"Yes, I still have a girlfriend. Things are going well. And I'm pretty sure people stopped darning clothes sometime at the beginning of last century."
He eyed the petite woman warily. Something about her still struck him as very very off, though he couldn't put his finger on it. All the same, warning bells were going off in his head. Not that he understood just how much trouble she was, of course.
"How have you been?" he asked, biting back another snarky comment for the moment, and attempting to redirect the conversation to something more akin to small talk.