They all retire to bed at last. The following morning, Tuesday, is radiant and sunny, much to the joy of Katie and Carlos, who enjoy their breakfast.
"Are you planning to speak with Camille today?" Kendall inquires.
"I am uncertain. Perhaps. I will contemplate it," Logan replies, nibbling on grilled cheese as he watches the morning news.
"What is there to contemplate? Have you ceased loving her?" Katie asks, concerned.
"Nothing could make me stop loving her. I am simply still upset about her actions yesterday. There is nothing romantic between me and Callie, my physical therapist. It is purely professional and platonic. Her role is to help my shoulder recover so I can discard this bothersome arm sling. It is as if Camille does not even care," Logan explains.
"She does care, but she lacks self-control when it comes to your relationship. She believes you should only have eyes for her. I find this somewhat unfair and selfish because you are allowed to care about other women besides her, and most importantly, care for yourself," Kendall remarks.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to face Camille just yet. Today, I just want a drama-free encounter if we do cross paths," Logan ponders. "I think I'll take it easy and head down to the pool to soak up some vitamin D and work on my tan, like James always does."
"I do more than just soak up the sun, I also flaunt these muscles," James boasts, flexing his arms.
Logan rolls his eyes at his friend's vanity. "I can't show off what I don't have," he quips.
"You've got muscles, they're just not as impressive as mine," James teases.
"And how does that make me feel better about myself?" Logan responds.
"Oops, my bad. Sorry, I should've phrased that differently," James apologizes.
"It's okay, buddy. I know what you mean," Logan reassures.
Later that afternoon, amidst the opulent poolside setting, Logan finds solace in a lavish cabana. The sun's gentle caress and the tranquil ambiance lull him into a peaceful slumber, unaware of the watchful eyes observing him from afar. Camille, with a heart burdened by the weight of yesterday's events, yearns for an opportunity to rectify the situation and restore harmony between them.
Jo, ever the voice of reason, interjects with a hint of concern, "At this juncture, it has become rather disconcerting how you persistently observe his slumber."
Camille, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency, responds, "What other recourse do I have? I am compelled to engage him in conversation regarding our past grievances. It is imperative that I mend our bond before matters exacerbate."
Jo, understanding the predicament, offers a pragmatic suggestion, "However, my dear, if he remains ensconced in the cabana, fatigued from his repose, you shall have to exercise patience until the eve or perchance the morrow."
Suddenly, Camille's exclamation pierces the air, causing Jo to startle, "Ahh! Something has transpired!"
Alarmed by her companion's distress, Jo inquires anxiously, "What is the matter? Pray, enlighten me!"
"He is stirring! He emerges from the confines of the cabana! He approaches us!" Camille exclaims, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
Jo, attempting to assuage her companion's anxiety, advises, "Compose yourself, my friend. It is plausible that he merely seeks respite in the lavatory."
"Hush! He draws near. Let us maintain an air of nonchalance," Camille whispers urgently.
"I have been doing just that. It is you who appears to be in a state of agitation," Jo retorts.
As Logan passes by, he disappears into the abode momentarily, only to reemerge following the same path.
"Logan!" Camille exclaims with a resounding voice, causing him to startle and drop his refreshing lemonade.
"Oh, Camille! Why would you do such a thing?! Now I must venture out to acquire another lemonade," Logan grumbles in frustration.
"I urgently need to converse with you," Camille states.
"So instead of calmly grabbing my attention, you choose to bellow my name as I pass by? You haven't even offered an apology for causing me to spill my drink! If this discussion pertains to Callie, I have already informed you that I will request a male physical therapist. There is no need for you to act so paranoid, assuming that I am being unfaithful," Logan retorts.
"What? I have never accused you of infidelity," Camille replies.
"It certainly seems that way, considering your behavior ever since I mentioned that my physical therapist is a woman. You have become possessive, as if I require your permission to interact with other women. I am not your possession. I am fully capable of making my own choices, and at this moment, I choose to conclude this conversation, purchase another lemonade, retire to my quarters for a nap, and indulge in one of my beloved teenage math quiz shows," Logan declares, storming off in a fit of anger.
"Well, that could have transpired more favorably," Jo remarks.
"All I managed to do was exacerbate the situation," Camille sighs.
"I did warn you to compose yourself before approaching Logan, but you brushed off my advice. Now he's even angrier with you," Jo observes.
"I apologize for not heeding your suggestion," Camille admits.
"Don't worry about it. Let's finish our homework together and then relax in my room while watching Twilight," Jo suggests. "Kendall isn't a fan of that movie series. When we have date nights, he prefers Star Wars or Star Trek. Not the teen romance stuff."
"Logan is the complete opposite. He's all about those teenage book-to-movie adaptations. He's into Harry Potter, Twilight, Hunger Games, The Maze Runner, and Divergent. It's adorable to see how invested he gets in the characters and scenes. We even took the Hogwarts House quiz on a date and both got sorted into Ravenclaw, which was exactly what we wanted. Have you and Kendall ever tried taking that quiz?" Camille asks.
"Indeed, he was sorted into Gryffindor while I ended up in Hufflepuff. Surprisingly, my father found himself in Slytherin. The horror on his face was palpable as the color drained away. He sat there, staring at the computer screen in disbelief for a good thirty seconds. It was quite amusing, I must say. I reassured him that it was just a frivolous quiz, not an indication of his character simply because he was placed in the least desirable Hogwarts house." Jo explains.
"Goodness, that must have been quite the sight. Did he attempt to retake the quiz to secure a different house?" Camille inquires.
"No, he quickly lost interest and opted to watch a football match instead," Jo chuckles, sharing a laugh with her companion as they make their way through the opulent Palm Woods lobby towards the elevators.