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bouquet of flowers: daisies, in fact. Jessica’s eyes widened. “How did you know?” she asked him, startled at the insight. Daisies were her favorite of all flowers—a fact that even Evan hadn’t been able to keep straight in his mind. He had always thought it was pansies; a confusion that had become the basis of a running joke in their relationship, with Evan buying her pansy-covered gifts at every occasion. Logan smiled shyly.
    “Gail, of course.” Jessica found herself echoing his smile, accepting the flowers from his hands and telling him to wait just a moment while she put them in some water. For a moment, in the kitchen, Jessica looked at the daisies in the vase she had selected for them: in yellow, orange, and red, the cheery, deep color couldn’t help but make her smile in appreciation. The fact that Logan had taken the time to find out her favorite flower—and had remembered it when Gail had told him—was definitely a mark in his favor. Jessica realized that she was keeping her date waiting and hurried back to him.
    “Sorry! I was just admiring them,” she said, blushing again slightly. Logan extended his arm and, with only a heartbeat’s hesitation, Jessica took it, letting him lead her out of the house and to his car.
    Logan put her at ease almost immediately as they rode to the movie theater, asking about her week and about her job. Jessica in turn asked about his work; she would never have thought that she could find a topic like construction interesting, but the way Logan described the interactions with his employees, with his clients, she found herself laughing. “You know, if I’d just seen you on the street, or wherever, I don’t think I could have pegged you for someone in construction,” Jessica admitted. Logan asked her why not, and Jessica looked down at her lap with a blush rising up into her cheeks. “I sort of always thought of construction workers as being like--big guys, with beer guts, or at least overdeveloped arms and shoulders.” Logan laughed.
    “I’m stronger than I look! I’ve always been kind of on the slim side, but I can work a site fairly well. And anyway, most of my work is supervision--don’t need huge muscles for that.” He asked about the neighborhood where she lived, and Jessica found out that while they lived in different parts of Houston, when he had been younger, Logan had lived only a handful of blocks away from where she had grown up. Every so often, as Logan drove them from Jessica’s house to the theater, she stole little glances at him, comparing him to Evan, though she felt guilty each time. Evan hadn’t been quite as tall as Logan, and his skin had had a swarthy tone to it,  a product of his mixed race heritage--Native American, black, and white. In contrast, Logan’s skin was much paler, the freckles painting a picture of a man who didn’t pick up much of a tan even after spending hours in the sun. Evan had darker hair and lighter eyes, and had had a sturdier frame--more built through the shoulders and back, with thick thighs that Jessica had loved. Logan was broad through the shoulders, but not particularly muscular, though she could see the ripple and flex of muscles in his forearms where the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up.
    Logan encouraged her to get a small snack at the counter after they collected their tickets, though he reminded her that they were going to dinner afterwards. Jessica chose red vines and the child size soda, while Logan got a frozen Coke and chocolate-covered cookie dough. “We both have sweet teeth,” he observed, leading her towards the number twelve theater.
    “When I was younger,” Jessica told him, pausing as he opened the door and held it for her, “I used to be able to eat packets of sugar--just so many of them without making myself sick.” Logan chuckled.
    “I liked to dump pixie stick powder on my jelly sandwiches.” Jessica made a faintly disgusted noise, though she knew that there had been a point