Logan texted Sam about forty minutes later, and she slipped her shoes back on before heading down to the lobby. He was leaning against the far wall, his reddish-brown hair falling into his eyes as he stared at something on his phone, his lips pressed into a thin line. She was struck again by the strange feeling that she had seen him before.
“Hey,” she said, stopping in front of him.
Logan forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “One apology chicken sandwich with fries.” He held out the takeaway container toward her.
“You really didn’t have to,” she replied, taking it carefully. “But thanks.”
“I did.” He huffed out a breath. “My brothers are always telling me what a klutz I am.” He glanced toward the door, shoulders sagging slightly.
Sam hesitated. She should just take h
