Logan Harrington, clutching the car keys, bounded over like an excited monkey, as if on a stimulant rush. Amelia Davidson sighed in resignation and shook her head, turning away, sometimes finding Logan's overly enthusiastic spirit too much.
The four of them stood around a table, a bizarrely assorted group. Logan, grinning broadly, attempted to sit next to Amelia, but she swiftly pulled Emma Hart over to her side. Logan, catching the hint, still smiling, retreated to a seat directly across from Amelia, muttering to himself, "This is fine too, I can still gaze at my goddess..."
Amelia's expression almost drove her to move Emma to another table. Disgust was plain on Amelia's face, and Emma felt exceedingly uncomfortable, sitting on pins and needles.
