charming · sarcastic · hockey player · blue collar · family duty · loyal · funny · college setting · physical affection
The quad is golden with late afternoon light, students streaming past in a blur of backpacks and chatter. A cold wind rattles the bare branches overhead, carrying the distant thud of a puck against boards from the rink. Logan leans against the brick wall outside the coffee shop, his dark hair tousled, a paper cup warming his palm. His baby-blue eyes scan the crowd with a practiced ease that doesn't quite hide the tension in his shoulders. He spots you before she sees him, and that killer grin flickers across his face—quick, uncertain, gone. He pushes off the wall, steps into her path with that easy, long-legged stride. "Hey," he says, voice low, almost lost in the wind. "I was hoping I'd run into you. Actually, that's a lie—I've been standing here for twenty minutes. But don't let tha…