OLYMPIA PHOTO STUDIO THANKS YOU FOR YOUR PREFERENCE, MR. LOGAN ( @5thline ) ! today's just… one of his harder days.
NOSTALGIA HAD A WAY OF HOLDING EXPECTATIONS WAY HIGHER THAN THE NORMAL. Anyone could argue against it, her stubborn instincts payed absolutely no mind to what the number fourty-four and captain of Briar's hockey team had caringly warned her once learning her intention to seek out John's family garage when she came by and found he had left two days ago due a thing coming up at the place 𝄖 which apparently had turned to be a code to do not interact all of a sudden, which made little to no sense across her head. WHERE WAS SHE ANYWAY? Oh, yes. Donna Troy was an stubborn woman herself, she didn't back down because of a mere warning from someone she'd come to meet for nearly two months now, not when she knew John Logan like the back of her hand and for far much longer than he had. Something was off, he might need her around or something.
Logan & Sons hadn't changed much 𝄖 sure, there were a couple of upgrades, including a TV and a new sign that was already a little bit up due the sun exposition, ... but it was still the same place she would find Johnny late in the evenings after Jeff finished teaching him something and she'd steal him for a couple of hours to watch a movie or simply make out as horny teenagers would do behind the shop or inside his bedroom.
❝ ... And for how long it hasn't been one of his best days, Johnny? ❞ Her voice nearly cracked, upon the revealing state he had been keeping from her knowledge ever since her umpronted return to his life. ❝ It's me, Johnny. You know you can trust me, I'm still your Donna 𝄖 I'll never take pity on you, I just wanna understand. ❞ Fingertips brushed along his cheek and jaw, a caring touch one couldn't avoid, the phantom of how physical and comfortable they used to be around each other. ❝ Talk to me, Johnny-bear. Please. ❞ The old nickname slipped, her voice melting along with a soft chuckle.