I'm a bastard but at least I admit it

I can't remember the last time I had a pumpkin pie for myself - without having to share it with anyone else. Hell, I can't remember the last time I actually had a decent pumpkin pie. Period. A year? Two years? Three? I've lost track of time, sadly. I remember that I used to love them though. I could eat a whole one by myself in a night if I was allowed (and even when I wasn't allowed, I would).

So imagine my surprise when I came home to find a homemade and delicious pumpkin pie waiting for me on my doorstep.

Wonder who could have possibly known about my love for pumpkin pies.

Lesandra?

For the tenth time in the past twenty minutes, I can't help but ask myself why I'm coming here.

Why I am meeting her here of all places?

Walking up to the counter to order a drink, I take a quick glance around the cafe and don't spot the brunette.

Turning back to the menu, I can't help but wish they could add a shot or ten of rum or whiskey to the drinks they offer. Too bad too, I'll need it during this conversations I just know I'm going to have with my ex wife.

After grabbing my coffee and paying for it, I walk to a table in the corner and take a seat.

I barely notice the burning the hot coffee sends down my throat - my mind occupied elsewhere.

I try to relax, but I can't seem to stay still. I blame it on being up since four in the morning and recording for hours after that. Course, one would think I'd be tired after all of that but I'm not.

Twisting the cup around in my hands, I glance over at the opening door and sigh in relief as a little old lady enters and a young couple exits.

Still not her.

I am really hoping this doesn't take long. I want to get back to the studio and stalk visit Les before she leaves for the evening. Course, if I know my ex wife right she'll start in on a long tangent about how slutty and whorish Lesandra is. It's really starting to get irritating when she does that. One of the main reasons why I can't stand meeting with her anymore and what broke us up in the first place.

The door opens again, interrupting my thoughts.

I look over and give a slight nod and wave as I spot her.

She doesn't look happy.

This will be fun. < /sarcasm>

So who am I huh?

I'm surprised you haven't heard of me yet. I've been told - rather we've - been told that we're the new hit sensation to sweep across the world.

Nope, I'm not modest at all.

My name is Logan Dominique. I am twenty four years old and from Massachusetts originally.

I'm in a band called Moral Simplicity with my best buds - Nick, Myles, Damien and Shane. We started it when we were in high school and got a record deal after graduation. Kick ass, eh? Yeah, we're enjoying it.

We've moved to Orlando to take advantage of their recording studios and let me just say - so far it's been very interesting.

The first day we got there and went into Sony Studios, we I found out my ex-girlfriend would be our public representative - if only for now.

Of course, I kind of already knew this. See, my best friend is also her best friend (at least one of them) and well he told me she had moved to Orlando to be close to her sister.

I guess you could say it gave me incentive to "persuade" the guys to move here. I haven't changed my mind yet.

I now am dead set on getting my ex-girlfriend Lesandra Morgan back with me. No matter what I have to do. She will be mine again. So she's in love with her photographer friend, I know she still loves me and that's all I need to know for now.

Yeah, this didn't go off topic at all. I was never good with this crap.