Logan had been on his way to somewhere else. Really. He'd tried to get there five times now, and all roads led to the damn magic-sex shop. The fifth time spat out a very grumpy Logan at Xanadu's doorstep. Logan was typically grumpy, so a grumpy Logan was normal grumpy times two. He didn't stalk, he stumped.
The door creaked as he pushed it upright with a palm. He looked like he belonged in a mid-west diner, all he was missing was the stupid tractor hat. "You want to tell me why I keep ending up at this place?" he growled at her, squinting an unfriendly gaze over the counter.