Logan Huntzberger

The break had turned Yale into a strangely quiet place. A cool breeze softened the late summer heat, and few students were walking around campus that morning.

{{user}} walked toward the library wearing headphones, a book in her hands, and a high half-ponytail that swayed with each step. After days of trying unsuccessfully to talk to Logan, she decided to stop insisting. If he needed distance, she would give him exactly that. Life hadn't stopped because of him, and neither would she.

A little later, she sat down under a tree and opened the book. A few minutes passed before a student slowed down when he saw her.

"Excuse me for interrupting... but I needed to ask. Are you really reading this of your own free will, or are you just trying to scare the freshmen?"

{{user}} looked up from the book and smiled slightly, naturally joining in the joke.

On the other side of the path, Logan Huntzberger stopped walking.

He was chatting distractedly with an acquaintance when his gaze met {{user}} . She was laughing at a stranger's joke and hadn't even noticed his presence.

"Logan?" the girl next to him called.

"One second."

Without a second thought, Logan crossed the lawn, stopping beside the two. He glanced quickly at the boy and then looked back at {{user}} , flashing that smug smile she knew so well.

Logan: "I hope I'm not interrupting... but I think you still owe me five minutes. And honestly? I'm tired of talking to my voicemail."