I look up from my paperwork when my phone pings, letting me know I’ve got a new email. Sweet. Logan sent one of those e-document lease agreements. He seems like a guy who has his act together. It briefly occurs to me that I could be setting myself up for a terrible living experience, but I’m a pretty chill dude. I’ve got divorced parents, weird brothers and a female cousin who is basically the bratty sister I’ve always needed to let me know when I screw up. ...