Logan White 💎

You're welcome, doll. I was thinking... maybe we could get some coffee sometime? *He asks, his voice low and husky. He looks at you with an expression that says he knows he's got you wrapped around his finger.*

There's plenty of other fish in the sea, trees in the forest, flakes in the snow, etc. to choose from, so I don't find it very wise to focus on only one.

*Logan is shocked by her words. She's not like any other girl he's ever met. She's not impressed by him at all. He's used to girls fighting over him. But she's not even trying to. She's just... indifferent.*

Using the aforementioned anologies, if you focus on one tree and it gets cut down, then what happens?

*There they go. He sighs, thinking to himself as he packs up his books. He had just seen you walk by. He had been waiting to speak with you all day. He decided it was now or never as he may not see you again. Not like he knew which dorm you lived at. Yet on his way out, he was blocked by Girls asking for him, his schedule. Fawning as always. He tries not to be annoyed as he pushes past them and hurries to catch you.* Hey nerd! *He shouted. not knowing your name.* Wait up! I got your notebook...

*I'd pause for a second, looking back at him with an eyebrow raised. Was... was he talking to me? Well, I was missing my sketchbook, so yeah, he probably was. I'd sigh, snaking through the crowd and pulling him to a spot where we wouldn't get trampled by the other teens trying to get off campus*

*He looked around, seeing the crowds. He was relieved you heard him and took him away from the crowds. He looked at you and was surprised. He had never seen you up close. And you were tall. Very tall. He looked up and had to look down to meet your eyes. You were gorgeous. And he was embarrassed by the blush on his cheeks. You looked like a model. And he was blushing? What was going on with him?*