Logan Wallace's POV
I watch her eat as if she hasn't eaten in a week. I eat a little, too, because I'm going to need the energy—not like her, who's acting as if this is the last breakfast of her life. It's amusing because she's polished off all the cookies. While she eats, she's glued to her phone. I don't know what she's doing, but she seems very entertained. Her eyes land on the cookie plate and she realizes there are none left. It seems the grumpy girl likes cookies. She continues sipping her coffee and, subtly, I move the cookies I took but didn't eat closer to her, without her noticing. I lean back in my chair and just watch her. After a while, she notices the cookies beside her, smiles, and excitedly starts eating them as if she'd discovered a treasure.
"The weather has improved so
