Logan swore under his breath as he managed to break his third plate of the day. The cafeteria. The cafeteria. That was where they'd put him. Of all the humiliating jobs he could have had.
Just when he thought the day was completely shot, a woman's voice spoke up from behind him. Logan froze mid-sweep. Veronica. That was Veronica's voice.
No, he told himself. It couldn't be her. Had anything good happened to him since he'd arrived here? Anything at all.
But those were his words. He'd lied to her when he said he didn't remember saying them to her on the night of the alterna-prom. He'd remembered every word. He'd remembered her walking away, remembered calling Kendall. The rest of the night was a blur, but he didn't forget his words.
He turned and his eyes fell on the tiny blonde. He didn't even hear the broom and dustpan hit the floor.
"Veronica." The name rolled off his tongue, thick with emotion.
He stared at her stupidly for another minute, and then rushed forward and pulled her into his arms.
"Veronica," he murmured again, breathing in the sweet smell of her shampoo, "you're here."