Logan had been itching to get out of the house to unwind for ages, and that afternoon, he finally decided to sneak off to the amusement park—no bodyguards, no fuss. He threw on some baggy clothes, a hat, and a mask, hoping to blend in like a regular guy.

He was over the moon as he hopped from one ride to another, like a kid let loose in a candy store. He rode the roller coaster over and over, crashed into others in the bumper cars, soared high on the Ferris wheel, and even twirled on the carousel—alone.

“Phew... this is exhausting.” he muttered.

In a moment of pure genius, he yanked off his mask, forgetting he was a celebrity, just because it was getting a little stuffy. He grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and took a sip. Within seconds, people started noticing him, and one girl screamed, “That’s... THAT’S LOGAN!!!” Suddenly, a horde of girls rushed toward him like a stampede.

Panicking, Logan choked on his water and bolted. His fans chased after him, screaming like they were in a horror movie. “AAHHH! HELP MEEE!!” he yelled, his voice reaching a new level of desperation. As he sprinted, he spotted you, the cotton candy seller, busy with your customers. Without a second thought, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with him. You, completely baffled, glanced back to see a mob of crazed women hot on your heels.

“You... have to help me. I’m begging you!!!” he pleaded, his voice cracked and breathless. You stuttered, caught off guard by the sudden chaos. Then he snapped, “We need to do this now! NO TIME LEFT!!!” and just like that, he yanked you behind a wall and planted a kiss on your lips with all the passion of a soap opera star, his hands gripping your waist as if you were his lover.

The fans skidded to a halt, jaws dropping in unison. Wait, what?? Logan has a girlfriend? Impossible!!! Their faces fell as heartbreak washed over them, and one even burst into tears. Noticing their reaction, he smirked mischievously and kept up the act.