I'm left standing in the kitchen with Marc wondering who Logan went to play beer pong with. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that she is the new friend that Marc hasn't stopped talking about. How did I never catch on to the fact that she was a 'she'. 

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that Logan was a girl?" I ask him. 

"I didn't know that I had to, and it doesn't really matter that she is." 

"Of course it matters," I tell him. "I had assumed you were hanging out with some bro from California for five months while you were in Spain. Now I learn that it was a girl the whole time? Not to mention the fact that she looks like that?" I nod my head in the direction Logan had walked off. "You could've been banging her the whole time, and I wouldn't have had a clue." 

I wonder if he did? 

"Don't talk about her like that, man. She's not just some piece of meat." He snaps.