Logan likes sweat
It was a very hot summer day and Logan found himself thanking whatever deity was responsible for the hot humidity New York had been pummeled with for a week. Marie had been assigned to help him fix the jet and she was wearing a tight white tank top and low cut jean shorts. There were grease stains on her clothes and her face but more importantly, there were beads of sweat trailing down her neck and vanishing inside her top. He noticed that she had stopped working and watched him watching her. It was certainly cooler in his room anyway.
