The knock came just after five—casual, like always. No text, no warning.

You padded to the front door without thinking, still in your favorite worn-in shirt and socks that didn’t match, hair a little messy from the long day.

When you opened it, you froze for a second. There stood your brother Jake’s best friend, Logan.

He stood there, leaning against the frame like he’d done it a hundred times before. Helmet in one hand, keys dangling in the other, wind-blown hair falling just right. That same familiar half-smile tugged at his mouth the second he saw you.

You tried not to react. Tried not to look too surprised. But your fingers curled tighter around the doorknob.

He didn’t speak right away. Just took you in, gaze flicking over your face, lingering a little longer than it should have.

“Hey.” You said, failing to hide the surprise in your voice.

He didn’t move. He just… stayed there, standing in your doorway like he belonged. There was something quiet about it. Not awkward, not rushed. Like he wasn’t just here just for your brother.

Maybe he… Stop it. You mentally told yourself.

The silence stretched long enough to make your heart pick up. Then finally, he asked—low and easy, like it wasn’t the first thing on his mind,

“Your brother home?”