Author's Note: If you want to see Logan's gifs for this chapter, check out this story on Archive of Our Own. I posted the gifs there, heee… Many thanks to cainc3 for the beta!

Logan: Neptune, Balboa County 2016

Logan woke to the sound of a voice coming from the living room. His brain couldn't comprehend it but it seemed to be Carrie's voice. He snapped his eyes open when he heard Carrie said, "Hey baby…" He sat up quickly and was about to jump from his bed when he heard the familiar dance music that followed.

Logan relaxed right away and exhaled.

For a second he thought Carrie was in the living room. He knew it was impossible, but he'd just woken up and his brain was in a fog.

Carrie used to sing in the morning while making breakfast. After Lorrie was born, she used to sing to her. That was what he remembered about her about… She was a lovely and talented singer. When she sang, the world seemed to be brighter. Her voice was like an angel, and her stage presence was amazing. People couldn't help but to look and adore her.

After Susan Knight's death, she was a changed person.

Nobody knew what happened to Susan. She disappeared while she was partying on a boat with Carrie. Some said that she fell into the ocean. She was presumed dead.

Logan knew that she was also with Luke Haldeman, Gia Goodman, Stu Cobbler, and Dick Casablancas. Susan's death shook everyone especially Carrie and she became a different person. When she got pregnant with Lorrie, she was practically alien to him. But when she was singing, that was when the real Carrie shined.

Logan laid there listening to the music. Lorrie must've put on her music and blasted it in the morning. He needed to tell his daughter that it was too early to listen to any kind of music, but he didn't want to tell her that she shouldn't listen to her mother singing. It was a dilemma, really. Logan didn't know what to do.

Carrie's voice was very clear as she was now singing her number 1 hit 'All Around and Away We Go'.

Logan smiled and stood up; he couldn't help thinking about the song and how it was written when they had a date at the Amusement Park. Carrie wanted to go to a merry-go-round. Logan thought it was a bit childish, but he couldn't help feel that it was romantic. They really had a nice romance – he thought as he walked into the living room and saw his daughter dancing in her pajamas. She mouthed the lyrics and spun around.

What surprising was that she wasn't alone; Dick Casablancas was there as well, dancing along with her.

"Yo, Logan! I thought we were going surfing this morning?" Dick said while spinning Lorrie.

Logan looked at the kitchen and noticed it was a mess. Lorrie and Dick must've made their own breakfast; egg shells and cereals were scattered around, and there was spilled milk. Jade is gonna be pissed, Logan thought.

"Lorrie, what did I tell you about making a mess in the kitchen?" Logan said in a stern voice.

"But daddy, Uncle Dick was hungry!" Lorrie stopped spinning. She went to him and hugged him. "Good morning, dad!"

"Lorrie, you and Uncle Dick are making a mess. Jade is not gonna be happy about it. Do you want her to stop coming here?"

She pouts, "No. Sorry."

"Okay, let's clean this up."

"Can we go surfing first? Please?"

"Logan, dude. You promised yesterday. Why do you think I woke up this early?" Dick was still dancing. Logan glared at his BFF – sometimes he wondered why he put up with him.

Logan said, "Fine!" He looked at Lorrie. "Go change into your swimsuit, then you can go with Uncle Dick to the beach, okay?"

"You're not coming?"

"I'll come after I clean up this mess." Lorrie immediately went to her room to change. Dick turned off the music and grinned at him.

"I dunno why you have to clean up. You got a maid."

"Jade is not a maid, Dick. She is helping out with chores. And I'm trying to teach my daughter responsibility here."

"And I'm trying to teach her how to be fun." Dick mussed Logan's hair and walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink. "That's what a good uncle is supposed to do."

"You're not even related biologically to her."

"Dude, you are such a square now, I don't even know you." Dick opened the fridge and grabbed a milk cartoon. "You're only 27 but you behave like you're…47!"

"Use a glass!"

But it was too late as Dick chugged the milk straight from the carton. Of course, the milk spilled all over his face, but he didn't care. After he finished, he burped loudly. "You ran out of milk," Logan grunted and grabbed a napkin, while Dick sauntered to the back patio of the beach house. He already was wearing his wetsuit. He grabbed the surfboard and Lorrie's boogie board. "Yo, Lorrie! Come on. The waves won't wait for us!"

"Coming, Uncle Dick!" Lorrie ran out from her room, wearing her pink wetsuit, and ran to the patio. "See you later, dad!" She yelled from the patio. Dick picked her up and put her on his shoulders, while he was carrying the boards. She laughed and raised her arms.

"Let's goooo!" Dick yelled and ran towards the water.

Logan watched from the patio; his daughter and his best friend laughing together. He sighed as he couldn't help thinking that his daughter was growing up so fast. He looked behind and saw the mess the two of them made, and he growled.

"It's like having two toddlers!"

Veronica: Neptune, Balboa County 2016

Veronica woke up when the sun hit her eyes. She stretched her body and felt a little bit sore. For a minute she was trying to figure out where she was. She wasn't in her apartment in New York; the apartment she shared with Piz for almost a year…

She exhaled as she realized that she was home.

At least her father's home… Not really home – she considered New York as her home now, especially since she and Piz have been playing domestic for awhile.

And then she remembered Piz's surprise proposal and her mood went down all of a sudden. Look, she… cared about Piz alright? She might even love him a little bit. But marriage? That was a whole new concept. Especially coming from left field like that. What the hell was that? They never talked about marriage, and then all of a sudden, boom! A proposal in the middle of a restaurant where everyone was staring at you waiting for the answer – that was such a burden and a pressure. Sometimes Veronica wondered whether those public proposals were actually fake or expected by the person who was being proposed. They probably mentioned it to their fiancée that they wanted a public proposal, so when the time comes, they were 'SHOCKED'.

So she was a little bit cynical. But Hollywood and reality TV really ruined the sanctity of marriage.

Veronica was pondering about this while she was in the bathroom. She was staring at the wall and noticed that the tiles were similar to the ones in her bathroom back in New York. That made her angry for some reason.

She went to the kitchen and noticed that her father had already left. She saw a plate of buttered toasts on the kitchen counter and smiled. Her father made toast for her? She was touched that her father made time to make her breakfast. She eagerly bit into her toast and noticed that there was a piece of paper there. It was a note from her father.

She frowned and read the note:

"If you read this, this means you've eaten the toast I made for you, therefore you owe me. I haven't thought about what I want to ask you, but when the times come… YOU WILL talk to me"

Love, your amazing dad

Veronica groaned. Great, this means he wanted to talk about WHY she left New York and coming home to Neptune. Suddenly she lost her appetite.

She texted Wallace and Mac, asking if they wanted to meet up. Mac answered immediately and said she would love to have brunch. Wallace took some time to answer, and when he answered, it seemed that he was being weird.

Veronica checked her phone and saw Wallace wrote, 'Brunch sound good. I need to talk to you about something, though'.

She curled up her lips. She could guess what Wallace would say – Piz might've called him and complained about everything after she didn't answer his phone call last night.

"Just great…" She muttered.

LVLVLVLVLVLVLVLVLVLVLV

In downtown Neptune, Veronica was walking around taking pictures with her camera, astonished that there were new stores and new cafes. The most surprising thing to see was that the whole area near her old Mars Investigations office was completely bulldozed and replaced by expensive boutiques and cafes. It didn't feel like the old Neptune, but more like Beverly Hills or some sort.

She sighed but she took some pictures anyway, just for her collection. California was really different from New York. The sun was shining too bright for her taste – and yet she felt at ease walking around here.

It was spring break, and there were tourists and college kids everywhere. The girls were wearing bikinis top, shorts, and sandals. The boys were wearing beach shorts and t-shirts. They were yelling and hollering, and bar-hopping every chance they got. The traffic was insane – cars were bumper to bumper.

Veronica was standing in front of the remodeled Java the Hut, when she heard someone exclaim, "Candygram for Mongo!"

She looked up and saw a woman with a blonde spunky hair and piercings grinning at her. She grinned back and answered loudly, "Mongo like candy!"

Mac changed so much since high school and college. The last time Veronica saw her was a few years ago when she visited Neptune; her hair was blue. But now she was blonde and also had her lip pierced. Both women hugged very tightly and they were thrilled to see each other again. They exchanged greetings excitedly when someone cleared his throat.

"Ahem. You girls are blocking the way."

Veronica and Mac looked at the handsome man who was grinning and opening his arms. Veronica jumped excitedly into Wallace's arms, hugging him tightly. "Papa bear!"

"Look at you, Miss famous."

"Oh god, don't start!"

The three of them laughed and hugging each other happily.

"Well, this is nice. I'm so glad you're here." Mac said.

"You hardly drop by anymore." Wallace winked.

"It is difficult when you're a million miles away." Veronica shrugged.

"So… how's everything?" Wallace asked, eyeing Veronica.

Veronica smiled very wide and grabbed both Mac and Wallace's arms and dragged them inside the café. "How's everything? Well, I am starving. Let's eat!"

Mac rolled her eyes at Wallace, knowing that he wanted to ask about New York and Piz. Wallace sighed and walked into the café.

Logan: Neptune, Balboa County 2016

Logan was drying his hair with a towel and walked into the living room. His daughter was sitting on the carpet, watching TV while Dick was behind her, drying her hair with a towel as well. He dried her hair like he was shining a shoe, and it made her squirm.

"Uncle Dick!"

"Sorry, girlie." He muttered as they continued to watch cartoons.

Logan paused to see his best friend and his daughter watching TV together. He was touched and it made him smile a little. Dick might be crude and occasionally a jackass, but he was actually very attached to Lorrie. Logan didn't know what he would do without Dick. He was so hopeless when Carrie died. There he was, a man in his early twenties, when he was supposed to be having fun and enjoying life recklessly when there was this precious baby that he needed to take care of. He loved his daughter so much and would do anything for her, but he was clueless about everything. Carrie's family at the time didn't want anything to do with Lorrie, and he never had experience with raising a baby before.

Dick was there to help him.

It was sort of funny if he thought about it; they were both grown young adults who were taking care of a baby. Although most of the time it was him who'd done the job as a single father, but Dick was there for him. He even hired nannies who taught him everything.

There was one time that Dick came over, drunk and was asking whether he could snort some coke in his beach house. Logan almost hit him. So he made an ultimatum; sober up or goodbye forever as a friend.

Dick chose the first option.

Logan watched as Dick and Lorrie were laughing at something on TV. He sat on the couch and asked, "What are you watching pumpkin?"

"We're watching 'Misadventures of Flapjack'," Dick answered.

Logan made a face, "I was asking Lorrie."

"Eh." Dick shrugged.

Lorrie seemed not to be paying attention to her dad as she was giggling watching a funny scene on TV. Her hair was a mess after Dick dried it with a towel.

"Pumpkin, I'm going downtown to pick up some books. You and Uncle Dick stay here, okay? I will be right back."

Lorrie whipped her head and immediately jumped on the couch. She hugged Logan, "I wanna come! Can we go to that diner with the really good chili?"

"Lorrie, remember the last time you went there and ate a bowl of chili?"

"Poop! Poop!" Dick made a train sound and then laughed.

Lorrie hugged her dad and put her head on his shoulder. "I'm hungry."

"There's a leftover Pizza in the fridge."

"Pizza!" Dick stood up and went to the kitchen to grab a slice.

"Daddy…" Lorrie pouts as Logan wrapped his arm around her tiny body. "I want to go with you."

"Pumpkin, don't you want to stay at home and watch TV with Uncle Dick?"

"Because…" She glanced at the TV which was playing a cartoon. "Mommy is on TV."

Logan went quiet. He forgot that they've been playing commercial about Carrie's upcoming anniversary. Although they never mentioned how she died, the commercial always showed her pictures and video clips singing but then the narration always said, '…her death shook the world!' or something along the line. And he thought that made Lorrie sad.

"Okay, let's go to the library to pick up some books and then we can go to 'Cho's Diner'," Logan said as he turned off the TV.

Lorrie smiled and kissed Logan on the cheek. Lorrie had a beautiful smile and it made his heart burst whenever he saw it. "Yes! Can I wear my blue tutu and orange stockings?"

Logan pondered a bit, "Honey. The colors don't match."

"But you like orange!"

He grimaced, "I do not." Lorrie made a duck face, it was so cute. "Okay, I might like the color orange a little bit."

"Great!" She climbed off his lap and ran to her room to change.

"Where are we going?" Dick emerged from the kitchen, chewing a slice of pizza.

"Lorrie and I are going to the library and then having lunch at 'Cho's Diner'. Feel free to join us."

"The library?" Dick made a face. "Since when did you become a nerd?"

"I have to pick up some books for research for my next novel."

"Uh, dude. Ever heard of the internet? Why do you need to go to a smelly old library? Do your research from Wikipedia, man."

"Because you don't do research from Wikipedia."

"Pshaw! Says who?" He opened a can of Pepsi and downed it. When he finished, he crushed the can with his bare hand and burped loudly. "And why do you need research anyway? I thought ideas are coming out of you like farts, easily."

Logan threw his towel at Dick's face. "I have writer's block. I just need a muse."

Dick wrapped the towel around his head and neck, pretending that he was a girl. "Your muse is somewhere at the beach, partying, losing her top, and waiting for you to –"

"What's a muse?" Lorrie appeared in the living room, already wearing her blue tutu and orange stockings. She also wore her purple sneakers. Dick thought that Lorrie had terrible taste in clothes, just like Logan back in the day.

Logan glared at a grinning Dick. "Sweetheart, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. What's a muse?"

"It's a chick that –"

"A muse, my baby girl, is a goddess."

Lorrie's eyes widened. "A goddess?"

"Yes, a goddess of inspiration." Logan tapped her nose. "Like you."

She giggled but asked again, "Why do you need her?"

"Oh, daddy is having a hard time writing these days. So daddy needs a muse to inspire… to help come up with more stories."

"How do you get one? How do you get a muse?"

Lorrie was a curious little girl. She was only seven years old, but she was very smart. Logan just needs to be patient with her because she would keep asking until she got the answers she wanted. "Uh…" He looked at Dick who was also looking at him, grinning. "Well, they say when someone is ready, she appears."

"What does she look like?" Lorrie asked enthusiastically. "Does she wear a pretty dress?"

"She can be anything, my pumpkin. But she can help me write again." Logan grabbed her jacket and handed it to her. She then twirled like a ballerina and skipped towards the garage.

Dick grinned as Logan locked the door. "Dude, for inspiration, you only need to get laid."

Logan pushed Dick hard, who fell into the bushes.

Veronica, Wallace, Mac: Neptune, Balboa County 2016

Veronica shoved a big piece of quiche into her mouth and chewed. Wallace watched her shove forkful after forkful of food into her mouth while she explained her plans for the time she was in Neptune. "So I was thinking *munch* that I might *munch* stay here for a while *munch*. I don't have anything to do for the next week." She swallowed. "Dad's office is so unorganized; I have to help him a bit."

"What about your job?" Mac asked. They were sitting outside the café, and they were enjoying the sunshine and breeze.

"I talked to my assistant, Nancy." She replied as she nibbled on a piece of bacon. "She said that I can postpone the photo shoot until next week." She pointed her fork at Wallace. "By the way… I always thought you and Nancy might make a great couple."

"Long distance relationships are hard enough." Wallace sipped his mimosa, trying to get an opening. "I am glad that you and Piz are in a good place right now."

"Yep." Veronica answered shortly and then shoved another piece of bacon and hash brown into her mouth, chewing loudly like she wanted to block any kind of voice of disagreement from Wallace because she knew he was about to say something about Piz. Mac smirked and ate her salad, watching Wallace desperately trying to steer the conversation towards Piz.

"Veronica…"

Veronica took a large gulp of her mimosa, "Aaah, this is what I needed! To get away from my life for a minute is what I should do."

"What?" Wallace said in disbelief. "Your life in New York sounds amazing, by the way. I mean, great job, great relationship…" Wallace once again tried to segue to Piz.

Veronica stopped a waiter and asked him to bring her the check. "My treat." She said to Mac and Wallace. When they were going to protest, she gave them a look. "I want to do this. And listen, what I was saying is that I love my life – and most of the time it's fun. It's just…" She looked at both of her friends, "The next choice that I make will decide the direction of my life." She paused. "And right now whatever choice I'm gonna make is something not be taken in a rush."

"And what choice is that?" Wallace asked quietly.

Veronica smiled at her best friend. She put her hand on his cheek lovingly, "Oh Papa Bear… Right now I don't know what am I gonna do. But I'm definitely gonna live my life like I want to." She suddenly pulled his ear, which made him yelp. "So whatever shade you're gonna throw me, it won't work."

Mac laughed watching Veronica pinch Wallace's ear.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Please! I know what you're gonna say!"

"I can't help it. Piz called me last night and moped!"

"Ugh, you're incorrigible." Veronica leaned back in her chair, her arms folded. Wallace rubbed his ear and winced. "I'm guessing you knew too?" She asked Mac.

"You know Wallace is the gossip king."

"I am not!"

"You and Nancy are gonna make a really great couple because she's the gossip queen."

"Okay, whatever. But you really need to talk to him. Last night he said that he tried to call you but you didn't pick up."

"You two are such girls." Veronica mocked. "When am I gonna get invited your slumber party?"

"Whenever you invite me to your… whatever butch thing you're gonna do - maybe cut a tree party?"

"What?"

Wallace shook his head, "The point is – you can't blame a guy for trying. Okay? He proposed to you." He added, with a morose tone. "He loves you."

"Jesus." Mac made a comment. "Do you hear yourself?"

"What?" He asked Mac. He turned to Veronica again, who paid for the check. "Why you didn't pick up the phone?"

"Oh my God, I was so jetlagged last night. I went straight to bed after having a dinner with my dad, who I hadn't seen for a while. I am planning on calling him today." She waved her phone in front of Wallace's face. "See? Do you wanna talk to your boyfriend too?"

"You better be nice to him."

"I'm always nice to him. He's my boyfriend. And I'm a nice person."

That made Mac laughed again, this time she almost doubled over laughing, causing everyone around them to stare at them. "Nice! You!" She pointed at Veronica who was fuming.

"I resent that." She drank her mimosa and slammed the glass on the table. "Don't make me regret paying for brunch!"

"You're rich now. You can buy us lunch and dinner ten times over." Wallace sighed. "Not to mention famous."

"I am not famous." Veronica shook her head, annoyed at Wallace. "I still put my pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else."

"Look, just…" Wallace held her hand. "Piz is a nice guy. You love each other. What are you waiting for?"

"Wallace. As much I am thankful that you really care about my well-being, I just didn't like how he handled the situation. I dunno what he told you, but in my defense, it was coming out of left field." Veronica put her hand on top of his. "We never talked about this in any way, and then suddenly he popped out the question in the middle of public place, in front of his friends who I didn't know, and dozens of people in the restaurant, who, by the way, were expecting me to giggle and laugh and say 'YES! YES! A thousand times yes!' Like a scene in a movie." She looked at him, very hard. "That's. Not. Me."

Wallace didn't say anything. He glanced at Mac, who just shrugged. He then put another hand on top of hers. "But did you really have to get angry and leave New York?"

Veronica gritted her teeth. "Wallace, do me a favor."

"Okay…"

"BUTT. OUT."

Mac laughed harder watching Wallace's face. Before he could say anything, Veronica's phone was ringing and there was a picture of Piz. "Uh-oh. Speak of the devil." Mac sniggered.

Veronica's eyes widened and she was about to say something but Wallace cut her off. "I hate to dine and dash, but I gotta go meet my students. And also avoid your wrath."

"And I have to check out something in the office. Just because it's the weekend, doesn't mean I can relax." Mac stood up and waved her fingers. "I'll see you tonight?"

Veronica nodded, "Bye."

"Be nice to him!" Wallace yelled the parting words. And then ran away when Veronica shook her fist at him. Mac laughed again following Wallace.

Veronica scrunched her nose and then picked up the phone, "Piznarski!"

Logan: Neptune, Balboa County 2016

Both Lorrie and Logan arrived at 'Cho's Diner', and she immediately sat at her favorite booth next to a window. She carried a few books from the library and put them next to her. The diner was right across the street with a view of the cafes and restaurants. A tall man greeted her and gave her a piece of paper and crayons. "Hello, Lorrie. What can I do for you?"

"Hi, Hamilton! Can I have a bowl of chili please?"

Hamilton Cho looked at Logan who grimaced. "Hmm, I dunno Lorrie. Last time you couldn't handle the spice."

"But I can handle it now!" Lorrie pouts.

"Lorrie…" Logan looked at the menu. "How about something else?"

"We actually have a new menu. Ever try 'Chopped Cheese' from New York?"

"No, I haven't. What is that?"

"It's really great." Hamilton pointed out a picture on the menu. "To die for."

"Well, I'll have that then." Logan then asked his daughter. "What about you, Lorrie? Wanna try something new?"

Lorrie pondered a little. She loved trying new food, so she nodded. "Alright, two Chopped Cheese coming up," Hamilton said.

"We're meeting Dick here. So you might wanna have those crayons handy." Logan gave the menus to Hamilton, who just chuckled. Dick decided not to come with them to the library and went to a surf shop near the beach. Logan noticed Lorrie ignore the crayons and paper and instead open a book she got from the library.

"What are you reading, pumpkin?"

Lorrie learned to read when she was only three years old. Logan was so proud of her that she could read at a very young age. There was one time when she refused to have Logan read her a bedtime story, and it made him sad because bedtime story-time with Lorrie was his favorite time of the day.

"A book about muses."

"What?"

"Well you said that you need a muse, so I thought I would help find her."

Logan smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Look at this – did you know that those beautiful women who sang in the movie Hercules are called 'The Muses'? They are the goddess of the art and inspiration."

"Nice." Logan smiled, playing with the toothpicks on the table.

Lorrie started to prattle about the book and how much she wanted to meet a muse. Logan saw Dick pull up outside the diner. He parked his truck recklessly and almost hit the curb, which made Logan, wince. Dick walked into the diner making a noise.

"Dickster is HEYA!" He slides in next to Lorrie and grabbed the book from her hand.

"Hey!"

"Is this what you got from the library?" Dick turned the pages. "Awesome pictures!"

"Give her back the book, Dick." Logan shook his head.

Lorrie snatched back the book and then stuck her tongue out at Dick. "So rude."

Dick shrugged, "So what are you having for lunch?"

"We ordered this new menu item called Chopped Cheese."

"Oh! I heard about that. So dope. It's like a better version of a burger. They have cheese that melts and it will burn your tongue and minced beef that makes you glad that you slaughtered –"

"Dick, have a drink!" Logan gave his glass of water to Dick while glaring.

"Daddy, listen to this: 'A muse doesn't have to be a goddess from ancient times. Many people find inspiration from normal people of today.'" She continued reading loudly about some of the examples of modern muses.

But Logan didn't hear her because he just saw something appear outside the window. He thought his eyes were deceiving him, and it felt like he was underwater for a while because Lorrie's voice seems to be far away as he saw a blonde woman right across the street, standing outside Java the Hut café.

It couldn't be her.

It was impossible.

Logan felt like he was struck by a lightning and his heart seemed to be palpitating. His eyes were fixed to the blonde woman across the street. That can't be her, he thought. She looked different, and yet looked the same. Her hair was longer and was in a ponytail. She was wearing a simple T-shirt with black skinny jeans. She was facing the Java the Hut café so Logan could only see her back… and her backside.

She was definitely Veronica Mars.

There was only one person who had a butt like that, and he could definitely identify that cute butt in a crowded place.

"Daddy, are you listening?"

Logan didn't answer. He was staring at Veronica across the street. He stood up slowly and moved closer to the door to see her clearly. He was mesmerized by her, just like he used to be. After all these years, after all the radio silence, she just appeared like that and he didn't expect that he would still have this kind of reaction. His chest constricted seeing her – she was beautiful and looked radiant, even from afar. Logan watched all the romantic movies and all of their clichés when a man looked at a woman across the room, and he thought like there was no one else in the universe. Logan thought that was so cheesy. Real life never happened like that. Romance was hard work, blood, and tears.

"I thought our story was epic, you know… You and me… Spanning years and continents… Lives ruined… bloodshed… Epic."

He shouldn't remember his declaration from back when they were in high school. But suddenly, like a tidal wave of memory, he remembered the declaration and how much he was in love with Veronica Mars.

Hamilton brought two plates of Chopped Cheese and put them on the table. He frowned to see Logan by the door, looking outside.

"What is he doing?"

"He probably sees a squirrel," Dick answered lightly, drinking his glass of water. He followed his sight and had a spit take when he saw a blonde woman across the street. "No!"

Hamilton looked outside as well and was surprised, "Is that Veronica Mars?"

Logan's feet suddenly moved on their own, and without realizing it, he dashed outside the diner and crossed the street. Cars were honking loudly when he ran without paying attention – he was focused on the blonde woman who was on the phone.

And then he stopped right behind her.

He didn't know what to do – what should he do? Tug her ponytail?

She just hung up the phone, grunted a bit, "– can't take a breather…" She turned around and saw him.

It was really Veronica Mars. Her mouth was open and she looked surprised to see Logan right in front of her.

She definitely remembers him.

"Hey." Logan said.

He smiled at her. Oh god, he felt happy to see her.

Veronica smiled back. A real genuine smile, "Hey…"