Logan felt rotten about tripping over this poor girl. She looked completely out of it as she held her chest. “I’m really so so sorry!” he said, scrambling toward her over the grass. “I had no idea anyone was lying in the grass. I should have been looking where I was going. You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Logan asked again. She was holding her chest and maybe he had stepped on her ribs and cracked or, even worse, broke one. She was laughing so she was obviously okay. Her laugh sounded familiar. It was probably the laugh he had heard earlier. Why would she be laughing out here all alone though?
“No I’m fine. Probably just some grass stains on my knees, but nothing that will kill me, right?” She was still smiling at him. Apparently she wasn’t hurt at all. He could smell the faint traces of alcohol in the air around him. Logan certainly hadn’t been drinking tonight. He had way too much homework earlier to grab a beer and have a good time. He was finally letting loose by taking photos out here, but now… well, he had stumbled upon something a little more interesting than taking pictures. He was curious as to why this girl was out here by herself, drunk no less. He wanted to ask if she wanted some company just so he could maybe look after her to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble or hurt or something along those lines, but he hadn’t even met her so he was sure she’d think him odd.
Deciding against his better judgment, Logan decided to introduce himself to this strange girl. “I’m Logan. Sorry if I broke your ribs or something,” he said quietly. He didn’t need to speak loud since it was only the two of them out in the darkness. That sent his mind reeling again. What if she thought he was some sort of predator who went out on full moons and took advantage of young ladies who were out alone at night? Logan had such an overactive imagination.