Page 7 of Hypothetical Heart
“Do you think he’s coming back?” Other than Genevieve, Logan knows him best, considering they lived together for five months.
“I don’t see how he couldn’t.” Logan takes the last step, stopping to wait for me. “He obviously loves her, and he left with the best intentions, so there’s no way he can stay away for long.”
“Have you talked to him since he left?” Logan shakes his head.
“I have a feeling he’ll be back.”
I know Jameson, maybe not as well as Logan and Genevieve, but I know him enough to know he only did what he thought was best for Genevieve, and once he understands what she really wants, he’ll be right back in Fairwood.
“I really hope you’re right,” Logan sighs, running a hand up his neck.
“Me too,” I say as Logan’s shoulder bumps with mine. “Thanks for the flowers, by the way. They’re beautiful.” Iknow I already thanked him, but it’s different when it’s just the two of us.
“I do know my flowers,” Logan jokes.
“We both know you had your mom pick them out,” I counter.
“Come on, after five years, you really don’t think I can remember your love for pink and white roses?”
I laugh just thinking about Logan calling through the Callaghan house,“Hey, Mom, what are those flowers Winnie likes called again?”
“You know I’m just teasing you.” Logan has always been that kind of guy. The one who remembers things you tell him like he wrote it on the back of his hand. He has a reputation for being the best gift giver among our friend group.
“You better be.” He smiles as we reach the door of my College English class, where he will depart for his first class. “And don’t think I didn’t see you watching me from your window this morning.”
“What?” I turn, not quite in the door of the classroom yet.
“You know what I’m talking about.” He winks. “I’ll make sure to put on a show next time,” he adds, just because he knows it will embarrass me.
“Whatever, go to class.”
“Bye, Winnie.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Yup,” Logan smiles. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Win.”
My face brightens with the sentiment. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Logan.”
3
One of the unspoken rules within our friend group is if Wren Callaghan asks you over for dinner, or any occasion for that matter, you don’t dare say no.
Tonight, like many other Friday nights, I get a text from Logan saying Wren wants me over for dinner and I, of course, agreed.
I just got off the phone with Madame Bacri, my ballet instructor. She told me about the upcoming gala and how she wants me to do a partner dance of a different dance genre, probably ballroom.
Madame Bacri thinks it’s important to showcase something other than ballet for the gala, and it will help to show collaboration skills. Plus, she says I need to be better at expressing emotions, and something out of my comfort zone will help me learn that.
The idea of doing a different type of dance, one I haven’t trained in forever, makes me want to throw up.
I take a deep breath, trying to ignore it, and at sixo’clock, Logan meets me at my front door, offering to walk back with me to his house.
“You know, I can walk across the yard myself. I don’t need an escort.”
He grabs my hand as I walk up the steps of the porch. “Agree to disagree.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I laugh, opening the front door and stepping inside.
