#logandonovan

Tonight had gone far better than expected.

A smoke perched between soft lips, Kathryn inhaled. It was quiet out, especially with it being early week, and honestly, she hadn't intended on ending up here: she'd wanted an early night with a book. Instead, she'd drank far too much when work was calling in the morning — but she was with a potential client for the Lost Word.

And charming people into things had been a talent she'd always possessed.

However, when the smoke went out, brows furrowing, she looked up, realising Andrew had wandered inside with her lighter. While it wouldn't take her two seconds to walk inside and retrieve it, her eyes dashed to someone else. "Sorry, any chance you've got a lighter?" her, and her English friends had often referred to a lighter as a pocket dragon, the thought causing a wistful smile to fall upon her mouth.

Due to his smart aleck mouth and unmoving arrogance, it was difficult for Wyatt to maintain relationships. Therefore, he didn't have many lasting friendships but he could always count on Logan Donovan to put up with his bold, direct, and assertive personality. Which is why when he found himself exhausted from work and in the rare mood to socialize with a friend, he sent her a text asking to meet him at Mad Dog Brewery. He figured they could have a few drinks and hangout and if not, he would let her suggest a different location. They invented the flask for a reason.

It was supposed to be a fun night. The one Dakota was looking forward to - so much. It was the recent couple of weeks that she had actually started to live.. again. She took Cole's advice by heart - she deserved to live again, the way she wanted. And she was doing just that - laughing again freely, seeing her friends without any though of fear clouding her mind.. she kind of even started to feel free. And now she was breathing heavy while standing in front of Logan's front doors, desperately turning around as to see if they were still there.. if they were even there. Perhaps it was just a moment of her imagination. Perhaps it was just a guy who was taking a stroll.. and perhaps they weren't walking behind Dakota for so long on purpose. And perhaps there wasn't a car following her when she was coming back from work two days ago.. and perhaps it was just a coincidence she saw the same car parked in front of her apartment for a couple of days in a row. Perhaps it was just some crazy patient - it wouldn't be the first time.. but what were the odds? Perhaps she should have called Cole.. even Nate. Perhaps she should not be standing in front of Logan's front doors putting someone so dear to her in danger.. would he come for her so fast though? Her husband? Was she so naive to think she had more time?

So she rang a door bell, turning once or twice more to see she was on her own as she waited for her friend to open the door. It was supposed to be a fun night - the one where the duo would go out dancing till the club closes, but now.. all Dakota could do was to try to catch her breath and regain her composure.. it was just her imagination - her fear getting the best of her. There was no chance he was here.. not so fast. Yet when Logan opened the front door, Dakota could feel a mix of relief and fear washing all over her.. again.. so she pushed by the other entering into her apartment faster than a speeding bullet. "I need a drink. Or two."