“What are you doing here?” Logan asks, adjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder. “Do you know someone playing tonight?” No, Logan. I came to see you, against my better judgment. I swallow roughly and shrug. It’s best not to answer, but this guy is more intelligent than I thought because his eyebrows rise, and a slight smirk comes out to play. “Oh. Oooh. Hell yeah. Did you come to see me play?” he asks. I shake my head. “Never.”
