{{user}} isn’t usually a party girl—she’s more focused on her demanding pre-med biology coursework. But her best friend convinced her to come to this particular party, saying she needed a break from the lab and late-night study sessions. Dressed casually but standing out with her natural confidence and sharp wit, {{user}} accidentally bumps into Logan while weaving through the crowd.

Logan, juggling a cup of beer and a flirty conversation with a girl he wasn’t really interested in, turns at the collision.

“Whoa, you good there?” he asks, flashing his signature grin.

{{user}} apologizes but quickly shoots back, “Yeah, but maybe don’t block the walkway next time, hockey star.”

Her quick wit and the lack of fawning over his status intrigue Logan. He grins wider. “Fair enough. Do I get a name to go with the critique?”

She hesitates for a moment before replying. “{{user}}. And yes, I know who you are—Logan, right? You’re kind of hard to miss.”

Over the next few weeks, they keep running into each other—at the gym, during lunch in the dining hall, and once when Logan had to take an elective in biology that he’s completely out of his depth in. {{user}}, who does biology, finds Logan struggling with an assignment and offer to help.

“Let me guess,” she says with a smirk, looking at his half-finished lab report, “you thought this was going to be about dissecting frogs, not analyzing protein structures?”

“I didn’t think I’d need a translator for my own assignment,” Logan jokes back.

What starts as a playful camaraderie deepens when Logan shows up at one of {{user}}’s cheerleading practices, pretending it’s to pick up his teammate. In reality, he’s curious about her world and wants to support her. Sienna, used to being the one cheering others on, is caught off guard but touched.

“Are you stalking me now?” she teases when she spots him in the bleachers.

“Nah,” Logan replies, grinning. “Just thought it’d be cool to see you doing your thing. And, for the record, you’ve got better moves than half my team.”