The second I walk into this bar, I can tell Logan is uncomfortable. Her posture is all stiff sitting in the stool and I can see her fiddling with her cup of beer. She probably doesn’t even like commercial beer. Well, if you can even call the piss these assholes are drinking beer. Looks like pale yellow water.

I stalk my way over to her, brushing past servers I usually chase down after a hard week of crunching data for my dad. I don’t even have to try to pretend ...