Early morning in LA. It's a pretty decent time. Everyone is either hung over or getting ready for work. The world is waking up, but it's still a little bit quiet. You can get some thinking done before the noise fills the city in it's entirety.

After I clicked on the coffee pot, I slid open the balcony door and stepped out for a smoke. The air was still and dry. I put a cigarette into the corner of my mouth and lit up. Billows of smoke poured from my nostrils and floated away. What a great morning. I sat down on one of the stools we have out there and leaned over the balcony. There were a few people walking around downstairs. I wondered what they were doing. Where they were going. Heavy thoughts in the morning.

I heard the door slide open, followed by soft footsteps. The smell of coffee surrounded me. "You up finally?" I said.

"Yeah."

I turned my head and smiled at Logan. He was standing there with some massive bedhead, clutching his favorite cup (it says, "SCIENCE!") full of coffee. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and yawned.

"You could've slept in," I said, taking another drag on my cigarette.

"It's no fun without you." Logan took a sip of coffee and put it down on the little glass table we have out there. He climbed up in my lap with his back to me. I put my free hand around his waist. "What'cha doin' out here?" He asked.

I stared at him sarcastically and wiggled my cigarette around.

"I wish you'd quit," he said.

"I know. Just impossible to kick."

"Well, I still love you, even with tar breath," Logan said cutely. He kissed me on the nose and smiled.

"Well, I still love you, even with your condescending health tips."

"Hey! I'm just looking out for you!" Logan teased. I stuck out my tongue and made a "nyeeeeh" at him. He sighed and took up his coffee again.

"Maybe that isn't so good for you?" I said.

"It's fine," he answered before he took a sip. I made an icky face. "What?" He asked.

"Nothin'."

"Don't get me started on icky things you do!" Logan said.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Leaving your underpants on the floor. Flossing in the living room."

"I don't floss in the living room," I protested. Logan took another sip of coffee and narrowed his eyes at me. "You think I haven't found pieces of floss tucked into the sofa? I don't think you realize how much I clean when you're working."

"Okay, caught me red handed," I said. I pressed out my cigarette into the ashtray on the ledge and put both of my arms around Logan's waist. He giggled as I tickled him a little bit.

"It's alright," Logan said. "Just be thankful that you have me to clean up after you."

"Yeaaah, yeeaaaah," I said, mumbling against his back. "Thanks."

I reached for his hands and held them gently. My thumb brushed over the ring on his left hand. I smiled to myself as I touched the faceted diamond. "May 1st," I said quietly.

"I knoooooow," Logan cooed. He turned his head around and looked at me with stars in his eyes. "I'm so excited. I was thinking you could wear a white suit, and I'll wear a black one."

"Whatever you want," I said. I pulled at him to turn around. "We should practice our kiss."

He readjusted himself, now facing me. He put his hands on my face as we leaned into each other. I laughed and said, in a very low, mocking voice, "I now pronounce you Mister and Mister Knight." Logan giggled and blushed. I opened my eyes real wide and added, "No, seriously. It's going to go like that. You can't crack up so much."

But he kept laughing. I love putting him on the spot. I placed my hands behind his head and pulled him to me. We kissed chastely.

"I don't care how it happens," Logan said. "As long as it does."

"Makes sense," I agreed and kissed him once more.

"Do you want to pick out those suits when you come home from work today?" Logan asked. He climbed off of my lap and went to go inside.

"Sure. I'll try to get off early. But not too early!" We both laughed. He held his coffee in one hand, and took my fingers in the other. He led me back into the condo, looking over his shoulder and smiling at me.