With careful steps, she untangled herself from Logan's hold and got out of bed. Reaching for her robe, she wrapped the soft material around her body and got to work. It was a little awkward sidestepping the pieces of broken glass, but this wasn't anything too new to her. She had broken more beaker bottles in her day than she could count. Have a mini broom and dustpan in her nightstand; she swept up the glass and broken frame. Picking up the photo along with it, she made her way into the kitchen to safely dispose of the damaged items.

It was a shame the frame had to break; she liked it because she, Lola, and Zoey all had the same one. Zoey had purchased it for the girls last year, so she doubted it was still in stock. Dumping the glass into her trash bin, she carefully picked out the pieces of the broken frame. Maybe she could use something in her lab to glue it back together.

She took a seat at her kitchen table, staring at the photo. The six of them had gone to the beach; it was a rare day when they all had off that weekend. No one had work or a date planned or was fighting. It was a fun and peaceful day they all got to enjoy together. Thinking back, she realized she hadn't bothered to invite Mark when the plans were made. At the time, she assumed it was because she wanted to spend the day with her group of friends, an occurrence she rarely got to do, but looking back, maybe there was another reason why. Leading up to their breakup, she noticed that two weeks beforehand, he was acting more distant than he usually behaved. She had assumed the issues in their relationship manifested towards the end. Could she and Mark have been having problems before, and subconsciously she recognized it but didn't want to acknowledge it?

Shaking her head, she pushed away the thoughts of her ex-boyfriend and focused again on the photo. It showed her, Lola, Zoey, Michael, Chase, and Logan all at the beach. Lola had suggested they take a group photo during the sunset before they packed up to leave. Michael had thrown himself down on the ground to lay on his side while Zoey and Lola squatted down to make a cute pose. She was standing up in between Chase and Logan. Chase had stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do with himself, but she directed him and Logan to wrap their arms around her. Chase had thrown his over her shoulder like he does when he takes photos with the guys. Logan had wrapped an arm around her waist. At the time, she hadn't thought much of the gesture, they were taking a photo, and they separated almost instantly afterward. So why was looking at it now making butterflies appear in her stomach?

Pushing the thoughts away, Quinn left the items on her table and figured a quick shower before work was in order. However, she stopped short when her front door opened, and her best friend walked in. Dressed in only her robe, she spun around to face the impatient Lola. The actress had been finishing up getting ready for the day, doing the final touches of her makeup, when she gotten the text. She knew exactly what happened and rushed out of the apartment. Now standing in the doorway, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Morning," Giving her best friend an awkward smile, she shrugged her shoulders and waved. "Did you have a good sleep?"

The rising actress merely glared, eyes zeroing in on the new array of spots that littered the girl's exposed skin. "Clearly not as good as you," her words were harsh, but their meaning was layered with concern. Shutting the door behind her, she walked over to the couch and gestured for Quinn to follow her. Once they sat on the worn-out green cushions, she opened her makeup bag, pulled out the concealer, and began covering up the marks. "I thought we talked about this."

Trying her best not to move, Quinn gave a low nod. "I know, but I couldn't help it."

"How could you not help it?" Lola asked, dabbing some of the makeup onto the skin before taking her beauty sponge to blend it in. One of the perks of working on so many movies was you pick up a few things about makeup, like always having a variety of shades for when your friends need it.

Quinn sighed, letting her friend title her head around to access every needed inch. "I don't know," she huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. She had thrown it up into a quick bun with a hair clip, but pieces were coming undone. "I went to dinner with the intent to say we shouldn't continue, but," she leaned back. She wasn't sure what expression she was making, but the girl was looking at her strangely. "I realized that I didn't want to stop."

"What!" Lola all but screamed out, dropping the concealer in her hands.

Quinn shushed her; grabbing her by the wrist, she pulled her along to her kitchen area and opened the window. Claiming out onto her fire escape, she gestured for her friend to follow and do the same. "You have to be quiet; Logan is in my room, and he'll hear you."

This news made Lola do a double take. "He's still in your bed!?" She gave a harsh whisper, trying her best not to scream again, but it was really hard not to.

"Kind of…" Her friend's expression told Quinn that having him still in her room was not the best choice.

Lola threw her hands up, shaking a little as she tried to get her mind to grasp the situation. "Okay, what is going on?" This was way more than just two friends hooking up. "Last week you were desperate over Mark, and this week you're all over Logan?"

"I know it's weird, but it makes sense," she sighed, sitting down on the edge of her open kitchen window. "When I'm with him, I rarely ever think about Mark. I feel free," It was kind of hard to think about her ex-boyfriend when she was busy having an internal struggle with her emotions and the situation she had found herself in. "Also," she looked around, checking to make sure her bedroom door was closed. "It's the best sex I've ever had."

Lola sat down next to her, eyes blown wide open. "It's so gross hearing about Logan in bed, but," she sighed, preparing herself mentally for this conversation. "Details, girl. I want to hear everything."

Quinn giggled, "It's been amazing. When I was with Mark, he usually fell asleep after one round, but with Logan," she bit her lower lip, groaning when she remembered the last two nights she spent with him. "He can keep going. I didn't even realize I passed out until my alarm went off this morning."

She screamed again, but this time much softer and more excited. "Oh my god, you little minx." She playfully slapped her friend's arm.

"I can't stop thinking about it," what she said was the truth. Since she first realized the two had slept together yesterday, she had been unable to get him or what they had done off her mind. "Yesterday at the restaurant, we argued over his behavior. He scolded the servers for bringing me a cake with nuts on it when he asked them not to. And I-!"

"Hold it," Lola had to confirm that what she had just heard was correct. "Are you telling me Logan, the very same guy who would rather look at his own reflection, cared about something that wasn't him?" She didn't know what was more unnatural. The fact that her friend was sleeping with an annoying bastard or that said annoying jerk seemed to put time and effort into someone other than himself.

Quinn nodded, "It was actually kind of sweet when I think about it," how he handled the situation was wrong. He did not need to give the staff the attitude, but then again, that seemed to be the world he was used to. "Anyway, we started arguing when suddenly he asked me to kiss, and we did!" She felt her voice raising, hands coming up to cover her mouth as she made another quick look inside to ensure that her bedroom door was still closed. "We ended up back here and had sex four times!"

"Four times!" Lola's mouth dropped open. "You had more sex with Logan in a span of two days than you did with Mark during your two-year relationship."

"I know!" Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the irony. She and Logan had started whatever they were only two days ago, and, in that time, she had been with him more than she had been with her boyfriend for the two years they were together. "Oh god, why is that so depressing and funny?"

Lola chuckled, reaching out to push a strand of hair behind her friend's ear. "What happens now?" She had to ask, worried about what came next after this. "Yesterday at the café, I thought you said you were going to talk with Logan?" Before she left yesterday, they had talked about her situation. What to do next and how to best handle it. This wasn't some random guy she could see and then dump later if things didn't work out. This was Logan, a guy who was a core part of their friend group. They were already dealing with Chase and Zoey drama; she wasn't sure how much more relationship issues the group could take. "Did you tell him what you wanted?" Not to mention, this was Logan Reese. A self-proclaimed playboy who seemed to view sleeping with girls as some sort of game. She refused to let her friend go down that path just because she was upset over a breakup.

"We did talk," she wasn't going to mention that she had brought it up right before she had sex with him. She really needed to learn how to keep her emotions in check. "I told him I didn't want this to be causal, and if we were to continue, I wanted us to be exclusive." She didn't want to stop what they were doing. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying sex. However, if she were to continue with him, she didn't want him to be sleeping with anyone else.

Lola raised an eyebrow, "And he agreed? Just like that?"

Quinn nodded, "Yeah, he said he wanted the same thing."

That didn't sound like the Logan Reese they knew. Lola frowned, wondering if there was more to the story. She made a mental note to look into that part. "So now what?" She asked, smiling when she saw the confused look on her friend's face. "Where do you and he go next?"

"I'm not sure," Quinn shrugged, unsure of what to say or do next, which was odd for her. Normally she always knew the answer, but lately, she's found herself unable to find them. "I guess if we're to continue, Logan and I should probably talk some more. Explain better what we both want out of this relationship." If she could even call it that. It was just sex they were having. He may have taken her out for a nice meal, but she had also seen him do that to lots of girls he slept with. She assumed it was just part of the routine he did.

The two girls sat outside on her windowsill for a moment longer, enjoying the calmness of the morning before the busy day ahead of them got started. Shuffling back inside, neither noticed how Quinn's bedroom window remained open only a few feet away from where they had been talking.

Quinn let out a low yawn as she made some stir fry for herself. It had been a long day at the lab; the lack of sleep she had gotten over the weekend did not help. Today was the first time ever that she had used the napping chambers her campus offered to the staff. Another first for her, Logan had texted her throughout the day asking how she was doing and what she was working on. They had messaged each other a few times previously but usually to confirm plans or ask the other about someone else in their friend group. The only time he's ever asked about her work was for his own self-benefit. It was a strange event, one that took her off guard every time her phone buzzed and his name flashed across the screen. She had to keep reminding herself that this was most likely a ploy he used to keep girls interested in him. Throw them a bit of attention until they slowly focus more and more on him until he doesn't have to do the work anymore.

She did find it nice to chat with him about chemistry; she often forgot that his grandfather was a world-famous chemist who once taught at the same university she worked at. She told him a bit about what she was working on, sending him pictures of chemicals she was handling and robotic parts they were trying to make come to life. Even though she was beyond exhausted, the messaging helped make the day go by faster. She had managed to sneak in time to fix her broken frame before heading home to get started on dinner.

A simple meal of chicken stir fry was on the menu tonight. Lola had asked if she wanted to join her, Michael, Zoey, and the guy James the guy Zoey had been seeing, for a picnic dinner in the nearby park, but she declined. All she wanted was a quiet night to herself, maybe a relaxing bubble bath, and then to pass out in her bed.

Knock Knock

That was the plan, at least. "It's open!" She called out, not bothering to look to see who it was. She had figured it was probably Chase judging from the heavy hand a male usually makes when knocking on her door. She figured he was probably upset over the James thing and came down to see what she was doing to distract him.

"How's dinner coming?"

Imagine her surprise when she looked over her shoulder to see Logan standing in her kitchen.

"Logan?" She turned off the burner, covering her pan with a clear lid. "What are you doing here?"

He gave her an amused smile. "You told me you were making dinner when I asked what your plans were for tonight," he stated, leaning against her kitchen table. "I got tired of waiting for you to let me know when it would be finished, so I came down to check." He walked along her kitchen, reaching into her cabinets to pull out two plates for them each. Next, he riffled through her drawers until he pulled out two sets of forks and knives. "Looks like I came just in time."

Quinn was stunned as she watched him set the table. First off, she didn't even think he knew how to set a table. Secondly, she was thrown off that he knew where she kept her utensils and dishware. She barely hosted the group at her place. Usually, it was only Lola and Zoey when they have a girl's night. They mainly hung out at his penthouse suite or the girl's apartment. She had had them over a handful of times, and even then, she would do takeout. Thinking back, the last time she had them over was a few months ago for a promotion she had gotten at work. They celebrated together, and she had offered to cook for everyone in her excitement.

Thirdly, and probably the most important, when he had asked her about her plans for tonight, and she said she was going to make dinner, she hadn't thought that could be interpreted as an invitation for him to join her. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone to re-read the messages she sent him.

"What'ca looking at?" He asked, pulling out a half-open bottle of wine from her fridge—two glasses in his other hand.

She jumped, "Just Lola messaging me about the picnic dinner they're all on." It wasn't technically a lie. Her friend had been texting her all night about the picnic; she just hadn't done so at that exact moment.

Logan snorted at that, "Those losers don't realize they crashed a date between Brooks and that James loser," he laughed to himself as he poured them the remainder of the wine. "Some people don't know how to read between the lines."

"You're right; they don't." She didn't want to say that he was one of those people. Taking her statement of cooking dinner for herself as an open invitation to join her, but she wasn't going to say anything. She was too tired for a fight. Bringing the large pan over, she dumped two good serving sizes onto each of their plates. Initially, she planned to take the leftovers for lunch tomorrow but figured it was better to enjoy it all now.

"Hey, this is really good." He got to work eating what she served right away—digging into the meal with gusto. "What sauce did you use? It tastes a lot like what I ate when I was in Shanghai for a shoot."

She smiled, finding his behavior rather amusing. "I would hope so. I did my best to duplicate the soy sauce recipe from the bottle you brought back." He had flown out last year and brought each of them back a small bottle of soy sauce as a souvenir. She had loved the sauce's flavor the instant she tasted it and worked hard for months to duplicate it until the flavors were an exact match.

"That's awesome." He beamed at what she told him, "You gotta give me a bottle." He had been missing the flavor himself but had taken to special ordering it online and having it shipped to his house. If she was able to create a duplicate of it, though, that would be so much better.

She chuckled, "Sure, I can give it to you later tonight." Taking a sip of her wine, she watched him for a moment. He looked so pleased with himself, eating the meal she cooked with ingredients she bought on sale at the grocery store. It was a strange sight to behold.

He seemed to have caught her staring, "What?"

"Nothing," she blushed, embarrassed at being caught staring and focused on her food. With her head down, she missed the smile that bloomed on his face.

"Oh yeah," leaning over in his chair, he reached down to grab a small rectangle box. "I said I would buy you a new one."

Taking the packaging, Quinn carefully opened the box to reveal the exact same frame that he had broken off her bedside table the night before. "But how did you…?" She searched online to see if she could buy the frame herself, but it was out of stock. She had settled for repairing the damage with materials she had in her lab. "I thought this wasn't in stock anymore."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I know a guy and made a call." He said it like it was no big deal. As if the manner of getting a frame that was no longer sold or created was something anyone could do. "Figured you'd want to put the picture back up tonight."

She didn't dare say that she had fixed the original frame herself and had already placed the photo back inside. "Thank you, I really appreciate this." She would find another use for the frame. Perhaps another group photo to display in her room.

The smile he wore seemed to spread. Looking very pleased with himself, he asked more about her day, questioning the chemicals she used and what exactly the robot arm she was working on was for. She happily rambled on about her work, detailing the various results she got from the chemicals and how an intern at her lab had cried when the arm moved by itself. Laughter rang out through the apartment as they chatted about her day and the poor intern. She asked him more about his shoot, and he happily obliged. Telling her everything that happened and seemed to laugh alongside her.

She hadn't realized how much time had passed until they were loading up the dishwasher, and an alarm on his phone rang out. "I gotta get going," he seemed to groan, pocketing the device after he shut off the alarm. "I gotta be up at five tomorrow to drive out for a shoot."

This took her aback. "Why do you have to be up so early?"

"The photographer wants us to be out in the Nevada desert for the sunrise. It's supposed to be really red or something." He shrugged, explaining the reasoning for why he was getting up so early and why he was heading to bed when it was only a little past nine.

Feeling bad for the guy, she walked around him to reach into her cabinet, where she kept her coffee supplies. "Here, take this." She placed a miniature instant coffee pod in his hand.

He looked at it, confused why there was only a Q on the label. "What this?" He sounded a little nervous when asking.

"It's an instant coffee creation that I made," she too was used to those days when you had to be up at the crack of dawn to work the whole day with barely any breaks in between. She had created this to help keep her energized. She found regular coffee only worked so much, and usually, a few hours later, she was craving more. "It has a blend of caffeine, cinnamon, and turmeric together to help not only keep you energized but boost your immune system."

He smiled, pocketing the small pod. "Hey, thanks," walking over to her, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "I'll call you tomorrow on my break." Squeezing her arms affectionately, he gave her one last kiss before heading to the door.

"Oh, okay." She watched him go, fiddling with her hands. "Have a good night." She dug a finger into the side of her head. Why did she have to be so awkward?

He turned back around to wave goodbye and said, "Have a good night." He stood there momentarily, standing in her doorway and smiling at her. She wanted to ask him why he always wore that peaceful-looking expression around her, but he was out the door before she could even open her mouth.