Logan had always been a player, hitting on girls left and right—international students, locals, Celestial U girls, townies. But honestly, I'd only ever seen him bring a girl home once. A flashy, older white woman who was clearly, shall we say, a professional.
But this time was different. Sitting across from Logan was this average-looking East Asian girl. She was cute but not exactly a head-turner. Early twenties, not very tall, with a simple ponytail. She wasn't stunning, but her skin was fair and had that youthful glow. She was dressed pretty conservatively in jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Slim but well-proportioned.
I squinted for a second and realized she looked familiar. She was also an international student at Celestial University. We'd bumped into each other a few times and chatted, but I couldn't remember her name.
