~Ava’s POV~
The night air was cool as Logan and I walked side by side, the quiet sounds of the city enveloping around us. My fingers curled around the plush wolf he’d tried so hard to win, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“So, what’s next?” Logan asked, tossing the last of his fries into his mouth.
I raised an eyebrow. “Next? It’s almost midnight, Carter.”
“And?” He smirked. “Scared to stay out late?”
I rolled my eyes. “I have work tomorrow, unlike you.”
Logan placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Are you calling me unemployed?”
I gave him a pointed look. “You literally don’t have a job.”
“Technically, I do.” He grinned. “I play football. That’s a job.”
“Football isn’t a job, it’s a sport,” I shot back.
“A sport I get paid for,” he countered.
I groaned. “You get scholar
