#Chapter 101: Race to the Finish

Ella With my evening of pizza and true crime shows having been abruptly shattered by Logan’s obnoxious honking outside, I sighed and leaned on the balcony railing. There he was, sitting in his red convertible with a sheepish grin on his face. “Wanna go for a joyride?” he called up to me, the grin on his face only widening even more. I raised an eyebrow and frowned down at him. “A joyride, Logan? Seriously?” “Yes, seriously,” he replied as he climbed out of the car. “It’ll be fun.” I paused for a moment, glancing down at my clothes. I had only just gotten home from work less than twenty minutes ago, and was already in my sweatpants and hoodie. My hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of my head, and my makeup was smudged. Not to mention the uneaten, greasy pizza that was waiting for me on my coffee table. “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ve got a hot date with some bodega pizza and a true crime show—” His laughter just drifted up to m