Logan's POV
The sound of rolling shutters was enough to put me in a good mood.
I looked up from the clinic counter the moment I heard it, the familiar metal clatter sliding into place next door. Half-day Sunday. Full day Mondays and Tuesdays. I knew her schedule by heart, probably more accurately than my own.
Those days were the happiest days of my week.
Weekends at the clinic were always chaos, barking, meowing, panicking owners, but today I had something to look forward to. At noon, I'd be leaving early. Lunch with Sora.
A friendly lunch, I reminded myself for the hundredth time.
Because after all these years, I still hadn't told her how I really felt.
Coward. That's me.
I could calmly handle aggressive dogs, terrified cats, and emergency surgeries, but confessing to the woman I cared about most? Somehow impossible.
But today would be different.
