Logan’s POV

She was already there when I arrived, sitting by the window, legs crossed, posture calm, but I saw it in her eyes.

Tension.

Not the angry kind, just quiet, distant.

I walked over, keeping my gaze on her. She didn’t look away.

“Hey,” I said, pulling out the chair across from her.

“Hey,” she replied, lips barely moving.

I sat, let the silence breathe for a second. Her eyes met mine, steady. Still so guarded.

“Once again… I’m sorry if I said something that ...