Alina’s POV
I spotted him sitting at a corner table as I entered the picturesque terrace café that I often went to in between my lectures. It was one of my favourite spots in London with its delicate flowerpots decorating the outside patio and lilac ivy draping over the veranda. It felt like a little piece of the quaint countryside in the middle of a hectic city. I also picked it today because it was a public place, so I wouldn’t need to worry about being alone with Logan again.
He sat with two coffees on the table in front of him and was engrossed in his phone, but as if sensing me approaching, he looked up. My breath hitched as I met his sparkling blue eyes. I couldn’t deny that he looked delicious in a casual tracksuit bottom and a white V-neck T-shirt that left his tattooed arms exp
