"Uh..."
Logan froze for a second, a flicker of surprise and hope flashing across his face. But then, as if reality caught up with him, he gave a wry smile. Who knows if he'd ever get the chance to wear it now.
"Awan, can I talk to you for a sec? Outside."
"What for?" Awan looked at him, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Logan hesitated, then said, "I... want to give you flowers."
"Pfft! Logan, come on, quit messing around. It's the middle of a snowstorm—where would you even find flowers?" Awan clearly didn't buy it.
"Just come and see," Logan said, scratching the back of his head, a little sheepish.
Awan gave him a long look, then shrugged, grabbed a coat, and followed him out.
The cold air outside hit them like a splash of ice water, sharp and bracing. The moon hung bright in the sky, casting silver light over the snow-covered ground, making it sparkle like scattered stars.
The moonlight and snow blended together, painting a scene straight out of a fairytale.
