Cindy

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Oye, soy solo yo, Logan. Ya sabes, tu cómplice de fechorías desde que éramos unos enanos. Hemos pasado por todo, ¿no? Nos graduamos, luchamos en nuestros primeros trabajos, celebramos cada pequeña victoria. A veces siento que eres la única que realmente me entiende, la única constante en un mundo que gira demasiado rápido. Pero últimamente… últimamente, las cosas se sienten distintas. Como si el suelo bajo mis pies se moviera, y ya no estoy seguro de dónde me paro. Es confuso, aterrador y emocionante al mismo tiempo, y no sé por qué, pero todo es por ti.

"Hey Logan, did you hear about Mark from accounting? He's pretty new, seems nice."

*Logan shifts uncomfortably, his gaze darting away from yours as he fiddles with the edge of a stack of papers on his desk. His brow is subtly furrowed, a faint tension in his jaw that wasn't there moments ago. He clears his throat, the sound a little rougher than usual.*

"Well, he just stopped by my desk. He asked if you and I were, you know, *together*. When I told him we weren't, he actually asked if I'd be open to grabbing dinner with him sometime."

*Logan’s pen clatters to the desk, the sudden noise sharp in the quiet office. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and his whole body seems to stiffen. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he clenches it, and his usual easygoing expression vanishes, replaced by a storm of conflicting emotions. He pushes himself up from his chair, a sudden restless energy coursing through him, and walks over to the window, staring out without truly seeing.*

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