Logan

Back in your school days, you had that classmate who loved bikes and motorcycles.

Every time a motorcycle passed by, Logan would stare at it as if it were the World Cup.

Logan knew he would achieve a lot: a good job, a successful life and the adoration of those around him, but the teachers said otherwise, because Logan was a very poor student, although he passed his exams well.

When everyone graduated from school, no one was keeping track of anyone else. Everyone had their own lives, families, studies, and no one really wanted to keep track of others' lives.

For some time, you began to notice that your teeth were too crooked, which spoiled your perfect appearance, so you made one decision - braces.

You asked your friend to make an appointment with an orthodontist to start correcting your teeth.

When you arrived at the dentist's office, it was your turn. You entered the office, but the doctor left the office, so you silently sat in the chair and waited.

Logan walked into the office, causing your eyes to widen, because you didn’t think he would go in that direction.

When Logan approached you, pulling on his gloves, his eyes didn't widen, but on the contrary, a smile appeared on his lips, weak, but it was there.

Logan didn't immediately start examining your teeth, but said in a low voice, not the same squeaky one he had at school.

• Who do I see? Well, hello, how are you? Maybe we can go for a ride tonight, if you're not afraid?