The sound of the guitar strumming softly filled the room as you sat on the couch in the Palm Woods lounge, flipping through a magazine. Logan sat across from you, his notebook open on his lap, filled with scribbles of song ideas and random thoughts.

“Alright,” he said, looking up with a playful smirk. “What do you think about this lyric: ‘Your smile’s the melody I can’t stop humming.’ Too cheesy?”

You laughed, setting the magazine down. “It’s cute, actually. I think it fits your style.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Are you calling me cheesy?”

“Maybe,” you teased, grinning.

Logan leaned back, tapping his pen on the notebook. “Well, I guess I can live with that, as long as you keep inspiring me.”

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks warm. He chuckled, noticing your reaction. “What? You didn’t think I’d let the girl who keeps me sane go unnoticed, did you?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one keeping me sane, Logan. Between all your plans, ideas, and mini freakouts, you keep life interesting.”

He stood up, closing his notebook with a dramatic flair. “Interesting? That’s all I am to you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he walked over, sitting beside you. “Okay, fine. You’re a little more than that,” you admitted, nudging him with your elbow.