"Hey, shy boy," Rachel chimed playfully, a teasing smile lighting up her face as she stepped through the doorway, dragging a large suitcase behind her.
Her long curls bounced with every step, and the gleam in her eyes said she was up to something.
Logan, seated lazily on the couch in the living room with a remote in hand and a half-empty bottle of soda on the side table, raised an eyebrow.
He didn't stand up. He didn't even blink. He just stared at her with a mix of curiosity and indifference.
"Why are you dragging a suitcase behind you?" he asked flatly, skipping greetings entirely, as if the sight of her wasn't unexpected—even though he clearly knew she'd be coming over.
Rachel pouted dramatically, her glossy lips pushing forward like a sulky child.
She dropped the suitcase with a theatrical thud and plopped herself down beside him, making sure to sit a little too close.
