Logan spent the rest of the day till he fell asleep, with his cup of coffee pouring his thoughts and the happenings of his day into the diary as if it would tell the secret of what was wrong with him.
The rest of the week went by without hassle, and he found that it was Saturday in no time whatsoever. He was entirely unprepared; he didn't even know what to wear and it was almost one. It took him about half an hour to drive to town and he was currently sat on his bed pouring his distressed heart out to his obviously traumatised cat. Although she hadn’t walked away yet, so he thought that in small part of her kitty brain she understood that he needed to destress before he went on his not date, if not he would an even more of a fool of himself than he was bound to make.
When his cat did wal
