~ Ava’s POV~

The cafeteria buzzed with a lot of noise, voices bouncing off the walls, trays clattering.

I sat across from Charlotte, my fingers wrapped around a cold coffee cup, staring blankly at the swirling cream inside.

I hadn't taken a single sip.

Charlotte was yapping about some group project disaster, but I wasn't listening to her. I was busy lost against the storm in my head.

I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.

What was going on with Logan? Why did he leave like ...