His house was designed somewhat like the manor, but someone had given
it a more modern touch. The colors were more up-beat and things were
decorated like a modern house, but the design was still old. It reminded
her of the manor, except everything was opposite. The Halliwells' kitchen
was to the right, whereas Logan's was to the left. There were beautiful
carvings in the doorway to the kitchen. She stopped and looked at them for
a minute. It was a vine that encompassed the doorway, flowers branching
off every few inches. His kitchen was simple, as he probably wasn't done
decorating, but it was inviting and reminded her of home. She looked over
to Logan and smiled, just noticing how attractive he was. His hair was a
medium brown color and he had spiked it like the surfers on the coast do.
She decided she liked it and that it gave him somewhat of a boyish look.
His eyes were green, but not just any green. They shined like diamonds and
reminded her of a necklace Grams used to have. It was a gold chain with an
emerald heart. She came to the conclusion that his eyes were emerald
Logan set out two coffee mugs on the table and walked back over to
the counter. He took the coffee pot from its cradle and filled both of
their cups. He then put it back and brought over sugar and cream for them.
Phoebe smelled the steam as she always loved to do with coffee. It filled
her nostrils and she recognized her favorite blend of coffee that she
always got at Starbucks. She arose from the steam and looked across the
table at Logan, who was again watching her. She lifted up the cup,
gesturing with it.
"Kenyan?" she asked, taking a sip.
"Yeah, it's all I buy," he said and Phoebe smiled at him.
"I love it," she said, taking the cup from her mouth and resting it
in her hand. "So, what do you to besides spy on your neighbors'?" She
tried to find a more interesting topic.
"I'm an architect," he said, smiling at the way she asked. "That's
actually why I'm here. I lived on the beach, but got a job offer at an
office around here, so I took it."
"Impressive," Phoebe said, nodding and taking another sip of coffee.
That explained the surfer hair-do.
"So, what do you do besides taunt you neighbors from your bedroom?"
He said, raising a brow.
"I write an advice column for a newspaper," she smiled. "Not as
impressive, I know, but it's fun."
"Wait, wait, wait...you're 'Dear Phoebe'?" he asked in astonishment.
"That would be me," she smiled. "Are you a fan?" she raised her eyes
to meet his.
"Totally...this is kind of embarassing. I'm the guy who wrote to you
about my friend who is 28 and still lives at home with his parents...ring
any bells?" he asked.
"That was you?!" Phoebe's eyes widened and she laughed. "I thought
it was some loser too afraid to admit it. Oh my God, how weird is that?"
She asked, sitting back and relaxing in her chair.
"Pretty weird," he laughed, thinking about it. Once they had calmed
down from laughing, Phoebe spoke, looking at the clock, then to Logan.
"You know...most people don't keep Kenyan coffee brewed at 11 o'
clock at night. I have to wonder about you," she smiled and sipped more of
"I guess I'm not most people," he shrugged and smiled a bit.
"Yeah, I'm not either," she said. "Believe me, you have no idea."
She blinked once and then sipped more coffee. It had cooled down now and
she could drink more.
"Really? You don't seem too weird," he smiled and she returned the
Phoebe suddenly thought about what she was doing. She had just
decided not to be with Cole. She looked at the clock, seeing it was now
11:10. Her sisters were probably home, at least Piper. Not Paige. She
would probably roll in around 1am. She leaned forward, coming out of her
"It's getting late," Phoebe said, and took her last sip of coffee.
"My sisters will be home soon, wondering where I am. So, I'd better get
going." She stood up and pushed in her chair. Logan did the same and
walked her to the door. She turned to him when she was outside. "Thanks
for the cup of coffee." She smiled and turned to go.
"No problem," he said, then called after her. "See you around,
then?" Phoebe stopped, turned and looked from his house to her's.
"I guess so," she said, then smiled and nodded. She walked over to
her driveway and noticed Piper's car was there. She quickened her pace and