You were on your way home from a party at your friends house, sitting in the cap your mom had called for you.

You noticed a lot of cars flashing over the streets that caught your attention, some people yelling and some running away. What the hell was going on?

Suddenly a knock was heard on the door and a man in his late 40’s hops down into the backseat next to you. He quickly tells the chauffeur his adress and reaches into his pocket to give the man a stack of money.

Your eyes widened in shock, you had never seen so much money in your life. Probably because you grew up remotely poor.

The man locked eyes with you and offered you his hand with an apologetic smile. “Logan.” He said softly.

You frowned and handed him your hand. “Y/N..” You replied.

“Sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to interrupt your ride but i had to get out of there as quick as possible.” He said straighting his tie.