"Hey. Sleep okay?"
She stretches, groaning. "Mmm. Yeah." Then she blinks, remembering. "Oh, I need to call my parents when we land."
Logan grins. "Remember—stick to the script."
She rolls her eyes but nods. As the plane touches down and they taxi to the gate, she retrieves her phone, already dreading the conversation. Logan, of course, looks completely at ease, lazily stretching in his seat as he waits for the seatbelt sign to turn off.
The moment they're allowed to, Logan grabs their carry-ons from the overhead bin, handing Grace her backpack before throwing his duffel over his shoulder. As they step off the plane and into the terminal, Logan laces their fingers together.
Grace sighs, unlocking her phone. "Alright. Time to convince my parents that I'm being a responsible adult."
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