I feel an odd mixture of both relief and vulnerability after spilling my guts to Logan. I've never been so open with anyone before, but she makes me feel like I can be completely myself with her. Having her in my favorite place makes me love this pond even more. I never thought I would tell anyone about this spot, but now that Logan knows, I want her to be with me every time I come.
"So, now that you know way too much about me, we need to talk about your portion of the paper." I pause to take a sip of my coffee. "What's your biggest passion in life?" I ask her.
"I don't really have one," She says as she shrugs, nonchalantly.
"What? Of course, you do. Everyone has something that drives them." 3
"I guess I'm the exception to the rule." She casually takes a sip of her latte as she continues to avoid the question.
"Well, that's not very helpful. What am I going to write about then?"
"I don't know. I doubt Kenny will even read our papers. You can just make something up," She suggests as she keeps her eyes averted from mine.
"Logan, are you avoiding the question?" I playfully ask.
"No," She answers much too quickly.
"I'm not, I just haven't felt passionate about something in a long time."
"Okay. Well, then what is something that you used to feel passionate about?" I ask her. I just want to get to know this girl, but man, is she making it difficult to do so.
She waits for a moment, deciding if she's going to appease my prying, then tells me, "I guess if I had to choose something, I would say that I was once passionate about playing basketball. But that's not really the case anymore."
"Well, that's cool. Were you any good?" I ask.
"I was a high school all-American and had a full ride to play for the University of Oregon," She casually adds.
I did not expect that. When I asked if Logan was any good, I didn't really care either way. I just wanted to keep the conversation going. But now that I know she was a total badass, I just find her that much more attractive.