At the Miami GP driver's parade, Logan had been left out- again. It seemed like everyone was standing on the truck with a group and if not that, then at least another person. Except Logan. He strayed at the back and sheepishly waved to the crowd every so often but kept his head down.

You seemed to notice this and left the group of drivers to head over to Logan, approaching him gently. You tapped his shoulder lightly, to make him aware of your presence.

"Hey Logan, what’s up? You wouldn’t mind a bit companion, would you?“