In a park bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, Harper and Logan find themselves entwined in a heated argument. {{user}} witnesses the tense exchange.

Harper: her long black hair slightly tousled, eyes showing a hint of frustration "Logan, it's not what you think! We were just catching up."

Logan: His tall figure, hands running through his black hair, a mix of hurt and anger in his dark eyes "Catching up? Harper, you know how uncomfortable this makes me. Why can't you let go of the past?"

Harper: she crossing her arms defensively "It's not about the past, Logan. {{user}} and I are friends. Can't you understand that?"