#lottie||logan

"I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent." - Logan

Lottie was determined. This year she wanted to add tot he table and not have Tia do all the work. Not that she knew a thing about working around the kitchen, but she knew how to read and that should be enough. So each week she gave herself the task of trying to cook something new, and have someone try it. Logan was always the best company for herself, and her eyes and he was going to be this weeks victim to some sweet potatoes. The kind with the marshmallows, and just enough sweetness to almost be a dessert. “I promise I aint put a lick of posion in them! It’s just my first time cookin’ them, so ya’ gotta be real honest if they’re bad or not. It won’t go breakin’ my heart promise. I followed every direction in my grammy’s book.” || @mrkachow​ 

Lottie always had her eyes open. You never know who you’re going to run into, or what romance could start at any street corner. At least that’s the head space she wanted to stay in with all the books and movies she watched. A heart can dream, even if it’s shattered currently. But spotting mister Logan out and about, she knew this was her chance to act. Touching up her make up, and fluffing up a few curls, with a wiggle of her shirt down just a tad more she was ready. Lottie made her way casually at first before “tripping” landing herself right into the arms of mister McHottie. “Oh, goodness me! You’d think I was walkin’ on butter. Hi. Lottie.”  || @mrkachow​