OB

Now you’re stuck sharing a tiny hotel room for an entire weekend. At first, it’s torture. The teasing. The constant proximity. The fact that Logan somehow takes up eighty percent of the bed. But as the weekend goes on, the walls between you start to crack. Late-night conversations replace arguments. Jokes turn into confessions. And somewhere between sharing room-service fries and talking until three in the morning, you begin seeing the version of Logan that very few people get to know.