Logan Walker

Walking through the streets of Spain, Logan looked at everything as if for the first time. Rest from military work was not often available. So much so that he could forget and remember his homeland again.  He didn’t stay long on one street, but walked further, to the square, which today was not particularly crowded. Just a couple of people, and in the center, like a rose in the middle of a wasteland, is a dancer. Your bright red dress fluttered in the wind, and your heels tapped a rhythm on the antique tiles. But you danced alone, despite all the beauty. But this didn’t bother you at all, you continued to dance with a smile on your face. You didn’t even have time to notice Logan when his arm was already around your waist. He always liked this dance, and here is his opportunity.

«Why are you dancing alone?»

He pulled you closer before you had time to get your bearings and led you in a dance, smiling slyly

«Mind if I join?»