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[LIZZIE SPENCER]

Was it normal to walk one’s cat?

Lizzie wasn’t entirely sure. She had never seen other people walking their cats. It was always dogs on the leashes, dogs chasing down Frisbees, and dogs being played with. Lizzie understood why dogs were so lovely and spoiled. They were “man’s best friend.” They were perfectly loyal animals, always jumping on their owner when they got home. Some people thought cats were… what was it? Stuck-up, Lizzie thought, shaking her head. Cats were far from stuck-up!

Her cat – or kitten, really – wasn’t at all stuck-up. If anything, Snowdrop was a whirlwind of energy, always leaving behind messes. It wasn’t all that terrible. It was just that Lizzie had to clean up those messes. She had to refold the clothes, reorganize her books, and remake the bed. Snowdrop certainly made Lizzie’s life difficult sometimes, particularly when she was supposed to be getting ready in the morning. Mornings were always troublesome if Snowdrop was awake. The kitten usually slept through Lizzie’s morning routine, but when she didn’t it was chaotic.

That’s why Lizzie was out walking her. She hoped that bringing Snowdrop to the park would give the kitten a chance to release all that energy. It wasn’t even really a walk. Lizzie held Snowdrop in her arms very carefully, so as to make sure she couldn’t get away and take off running. That was the last thing she needed; for Snowdrop to get lost in Central Park. The very thought made Lizzie bite the inside of her cheek worriedly. She really didn’t want to lose her kitten – especially since Central Park seemed to be so populated with dogs and their owners today.

Arriving at one of her top five favorite trees, Lizzie settled beneath it, leaning against the trunk. She sighed, relieved to have made it this far. Snowdrop had been squirming for the last five minutes and Lizzie was sure the kitten would have gotten away. Here they were, though, nestled cozily beneath the tree, with a beautiful view of a large clearing. Around it were walkways and trees, while people lounged about on the grass. There were picnics and hacky-sack games and… that there looked like an art student working on an assignment.

Loosening her hold on Snowdrop just a bit, Lizzie leaned her head back against the tree trunk and closed her eyes. She knew better than to fall asleep, of course, lest her kitten slip away. The weather was rare for winter, though, and the combination of the warm sun on her skin and the cool air around her was making her very drowsy. For awhile, she did a very good job of staying awake and focusing on the sounds around her. Lizzie could still feel Snowdrop in her arms, warm and soft, still fidgeting, wanting more than ever to explore. It was this movement that kept Lizzie awake.

It wasn’t until a musician decided to set himself up by a nearby rock that Lizzie dozed off. The sounds of the guitar, along with the birds chirping and the wonderful weather, put her to sleep in minutes. She couldn’t be blamed, really. They were perfect nap conditions. The moment Lizzie’s arms went slack, Snowdrop was darting away, seemingly having found something of interest while still trapped with her human. It didn’t take long for Lizzie to realize her kitten was gone – maybe ten minutes, at the most.

Still, Lizzie leapt up so suddenly, she staggered, dizzy and still waking up from her short nap. Swinging her head around, wide-eyed and already almost tearing up, Lizzie started down the path. She cupped her hands around her mouth and began calling Snowdrop's name, trying to stay optimistic about finding her.

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[LOGAN WEBSTER]

Logan had decided to go for a walk in the park. He was tired of being cooped up in his apartment and he didn't have to work that day or the next day. He needed to get out, to move, to talk to people. He had been so busy with work and school that he was starting to think of those imaginary friends again just to keep himself entertained.

"Logan, you need to meet people. You can't play with them anymore. You're twenty years old, for God's sake!" he had muttered to himself, shoving his feet into his shoes and pulling the door open with more force than was needed. He stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door shut, hearing a satisfying click as the door locked. The twenty-year-old shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the park.

He chewed on his lip thoughtfully as he looked at the sky and wondered if it was always that blue. Maybe it was just the break in the chilly winter weather that made him think it was as blue as the sea. Normally it was more of a grey colour, but today it was actually warmer out, and he was free to walk around in a t-shirt and jeans while being comfortable.

As Logan walked, his long shoelaces became untied. He didn't really notice it until he felt something furry jumping at his feet. It's going to be a rabid squirrel trying to eat me for dinner! I just know it! the rather unintelligent male thought. He was afraid to look down. After a few minutes of trying to boost his confidence, he managed to peer hesitantly down at the creature bombarding his shoes. His fearful demeanor was replaced by a look of joy. It was just a kitten!

"Why, hello there, you little rascal! You about gave me a heart attack!" Logan chuckled, stooping down to scoop up the squirming little white kitten. It nibbled on his thumb as he held it gently but firmly against his chest, rendering it unable to get away. There was no way this wonderful creature was a stray; it was too friendly and too well taken care of to be that. Kissing the kitten on the head, Logan decided he was going to find it's owner.

The tall blonde walked along the path, wondering how to find the owner. "Maybe I'll just call out owner, owner, owner like you would call out kitty, kitty, kitty!" He joked, obviously having a ball just holding the cat. It was kind of weird for a muscular man like him to be holding a cat rather than walking a dog, but he didn't even notice. That didn't stop others from noticing and snickering at him. It all went over Logan's head as he continued his owner hunt.

"Snowdrop! Here, Snowdrop!" A frantic voice called out, obviously searching for something. Logan nearly ignored it, and then realised that the name Snowdrop would fit a white cat. "Haha! Snowdrop! I do believe we've found your owner!" He cried happily to the cat, picking up his pace and heading towards the voice.

The first thing he noticed when he saw the girl calling for her kitty was her eyes. They were rich and full of life, and so beautiful even though they were a common brown. Her slim figure bounced as she moved to and fro, repeatedly shouting like the cat would just come running back at her voice. Logan walked up to the girl, a small smile on his face. "Hello, ma'am, is this your cat? She decided to attack my shoelaces," He greeted her, motioning to his untied laces that were pricked with little holes where the energetic kitten had gripped on as he walked.

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[LIZZIE SPENCER]

For the shortest of seconds, Lizzie thought she wasn't the only one who brought their kitten to the park. The feline in the man's arms looked quite a lot like Snowdrop and it was then that Lizzie realized the kitten was Snowdrop. Lizzie made a confusing sound - a mixture of a happy squeak and relieved sob. She hurried towards the man, eyes only for Snowdrop.

"Thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed, holding her hands out for the kitten. "How did you find her? Is she alright? Has she caused any trouble?" Lizzie wouldn't be surprised if she'd found Snowdrop playing catch with the dogs. The kitten had always been a spitfire, hardly afraid of anything, acting as if the world revolved around her.

Lizzie finally looked up at the man and was delightedly surprised that he seemed perfectly nice. She had expected the person to find her cat wanting a reward, which would have been written all over their face. (She never saw people that way, always believing them to be the best, and so she was confused at her thoughts for a moment).

This man was smiling, though, and he had kind eyes. He was taller by a few inches, blonde, and really very handsome. (She was confused again; Lizzie never thought much of what other's looked like). Lizzie glanced to Snowdrop before smiling up at the man. "I think she likes you." Since she was wearing a dress today, Lizzie decided she'd very much like to curtsy and so she did, giggling a little to herself at the silly notion.

Straightening up, she carefully took Snowdrop from his arms. "My name is Lizzie." Already, Snowdrop was reaching back towards the man, meowing quietly. Lizzie petted the spot underneath Snowdrop's right ear and the meowing quieted into a content purr. "She really likes you."

[LOGAN WEBSTER]

The sound that came from the girl was something that was both happy and relieved. It obviously was her cat, by the way she was acting. "Thank you, thank you! How did you find her? Is she alright? Has she caused any trouble?" She rattled off questions a mile a minute, and Logan laughed.

"Woah, slow down there, princess. One question at a time. First, I didn't find her, she found me. She decided that my shoes were more interesting than roaming around the park. Secondly, she's just fine. It doesn't look like any dogs got to her. I'm guessing she found me only a little after leaving you. She looks like she's in tip top shape. And thirdly, no, no trouble at all. I adore cats. Getting to hang out with Snowdrop here just made my day. She was an angel." He smiled at her, then asked a question of his own. "So were you walking her? You know they make harnesses so you can walk your cats, right? I've used one before. They work really well. You just have to be careful, because if you aren't watching, sometimes they can wriggle out."

She smiled up at him. "I think she likes you," she told him, and did a curtsy.

"I was right, you are a princess," Logan joked, bowing back as soon as she took Snowdrop from him. "That was a perfect curtsy." She told him that her name was Lizzie and she thought that Snowdrop really liked him as the cat reached towards him. "Hey," Logan laughed, "Both of our names start with L! I'm Logan." He reached out and gently scratched under Snowdrop's chin. "She's adorable, y'know. You're lucky to have her. I left my cats back home when I moved to America. I'm hoping to foster cats one day. I don't think I could take the heartbreak when I get so attatched to one and it grows old and dies."

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[LIZZIE SPENCER]

Lizzie glanced down at his shoes the moment he mentioned them, and noticed they were untied. She shuddered involuntarily and pointed to his feet. "Your laces aren't tied." Looking back up at him, her brow creased in worry, she shook her head. "I don't wear shoes with laces because I worry about tripping. I'm... not very good at tying them..." The sentence trailed off awkwardly, for she hadn't meant to ever tell anybody such an embarrassing tidbit about herself.

Listening to him and smiling gently distracted her from the thing she'd just said. He had a lovely voice. Perhaps a bit of an accent? If she was hearing what she thought she was hearing, she'd certainly have to ask. Lizzie was always fascinated by people with accents and the stories about where they came from. Lizzie laughed, "I'm so glad she found you then." She nodded, glancing down to the kitten in her arms and then back up. "Yes, I was... Do they really?" She tilted her head, thinking of how helpful such a harness would be. She would need to look into it...

Lizzie restrained herself enough to bite back the squeak of delight but the way her eyes lit up made it obvious how surprised she was. People usually gave her her strange looks when she curtsied. Not only did this man bow in return, he had been calling her a princess! Smiling what was probably the proudest grin Lizzie had ever smiled, she filed this little moment away in the back of her mind to always remember. A perfect curtsy. He was so sweet!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Logan." He was right, of course. Their names both did start with L. How many people had she met whose names started with L? The list suddenly seemed very short. "She says thank you. Would you like to hold her some more?" Lizzie didn't mind at all; Logan had been an asbolute gentleman and she knew she could trust him. He'd moved to America? Lizzie knew she'd heard an accent! "Where are you from?" she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

The corners of her lips turned down and she shook her head, "Oh, I don't even want to think about that." Lizzie couldn't even imagine living without Snowdrop, though she'd really only had the kitten for awhile now. Lizzie was sure there was plenty of time until Snowdrop got old and... well. Nevermind that.

[LOGAN WEBSTER]

Logan shrugged. "I normally double knot them, but I was kind of in a hurry to get out of the house today so I just shoved my feet into them." When she trailed off awkardly after telling him an embarrassing tidbit, he smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "If you ever need someone to tie your shoes... Give me a call and I'll come over no matter what. I'd be happy to be of service to such a lovely lady like yourself." His face flushed immediately, and Logan quickly ducked down to hide his head so she wouldn't see. He had just assumed that she would want to talk to him. He had just assumed that she would want to see him again... and what was he doing fixing her hair for her?! God, he was an idiot. He tied his shoes slowly, begging his face to return to normal. By the time he was done, his face was the same peachy colour as it was before.

"I'm so glad she found you then." He grinned at this. "I'm so glad I found y-her too." He gave a big, cheesy grin to hide his near stumble. What had happened to him? Sure, she was pretty, but he had never been this bad! Tuning back in at her next comment, Logan nodded sharply. "Yes, ma'am! I've got some extras if you would like. I think Snowdrop would need an extra small... maybe even a small if you adjust it small enough. Either way. If you ever need any cat things, I've probably got them stashed away in a box somewhere in my apartment."

He could tell she was hiding something back. She wasn't letting her excitedness vocalise, and it made Logan pout. "Hey now, you can't hold back things. I don't care how crazy. Just let it happen. Well, at least when you're around me. You should with other people to, and just be yourself... completely."

He had made her smile with his bow and compliments. Mentally he did a fist pump. Logan, one. Life, zero!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Logan," She remarked. Her voice was so sweet. The way she said his name made him smile every time. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Lizzie," He spoke softly, running a hand through his hair. When Lizzie offered to let him hold Snowdrop some more, he couldn't resist. "Of course I would!" He gently took her from her owner's arms, and he snuggled her against his chest. He nuzzled the kitten's white head, his lips twitching into a small smile. "You're welcome, you fantastic Snowdrop, you," He murmured into her fur, slightly hoping Lizzie couldn't hear him, but at the same time wishing she could. Positioning himself so that he could have a gentle yet firm grip on the kitten, he softly stroked her fur absentmindedly.

"I'm from the UK... York, to be exact. Isn't that so cool? I wonder if the names are related... And by the way, my York came first. It's been around longer than the USA has." He winked at her, then chuckled. "York to New York. I think it's cool."

Oh god. No. He made her frown. He shouldn't have said that. The perfect frown mared her perfect, happy features, and Logan had to restrain himself from drawing her to him and telling her he was sorry. It was restricted to a twitch of a muscle in his jaw. "Of course not..." He said awkwardly. He was so stupid! Why did he say that! That's not something you say to anyone, much less a girl!

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[LIZZIE SPENCER]

If somebody had told Lizzie that she was blushing, she’d be confused. It wasn’t often that she had any reason to be embarrassed or flattered. She could count on one hand the amount of times she’d been red in the cheeks. Logan tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and offering (what she assumed was brilliant) his shoe-tying skills certainly made her feel important. Lizzie never particularly felt important. With her twin sister being in so many clubs and working so hard all the time, Lizzie felt she was constantly in her shadow. Pig was her own person, she did what she wanted; Lizzie could only dream for confidence like that. To have someone she’d just met treating her so kindly… it just seemed unheard of.

Smiling shyly, she stepped back a little as he knelt down to tie his shoes. Pressing her palms against her cheeks (as well she could with a kitten in her arms), Lizzie willed them to stop being so hot. Blushing – how silly of her. By the time Logan had finished tying his shoes, Lizzie had lowered her hands and was quite sure she didn’t look like a cherry anymore. “Thank you. That’s very kind.” Despite sounding like such a simple thank you, the appreciative tone was sure to make it clear how grateful she was… even if over something that wouldn’t seem like a big deal to others.

Lizzie tilted her head, wondering if she’d heard him start to say something. He corrected himself quickly and smoothly. If he had started to say something else, it was lost on her. Looking down at Snowdrop, Lizzie had to agree with Logan. A small would work best – an extra small even better. Though, if she got a small now, she wouldn’t have to worry about the extra small being too small when Showdrop got bigger. (There were too many ‘small’s’ in that thought process). “That would be absolutely lovely.” She smiled, “I’d very much appreciate it.” It would make walks in the park so much easier.

For a moment, Lizzie just stared at him. She blinked slowly, taking in what he’d said. He was right, of course. There was no reason to hold back. She really should just be herself. Who cared if others found her odd? Then again, she usually was herself. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t purposely sit next to strangers on the subway and make conversation. Finally, she smiled and nodded. “You’re right! I’ve no reason to be myself around other people.” If they found her odd, then let them find her odd. Lizzie smiled, lowering her eyes, willing herself not to blush again. “Around you, certainly. You’ve been nothing but kind so far.”

Lizzie carefully handed Snowdrop over, being sure to not let her fall. Of course, she doubted it would happen. Lizzie was the very epitome of cautious with her kitten, and Logan had been so sweet that she doubted he would do anything (accidental or not) to hurt Snowdrop. Still, she couldn’t help but be a bit worried. Smiling, watching the man bury his face into the kitten’s fur, Lizzie could almost say she felt her heart melting. He was just… he was so… She sighed a little, tilting her head. He was saying something, and she caught only a couple of the words. Fantastic and you.

Oh! The UK! Lizzie’s smile, if at all possible, shone even brighter. “So am I!” She paused and laughed a little, “well, not York, exactly. But from the UK.” Lizzie giggled, having never thought of which York had been around longer. She did find it rather amusing, though. “Of course, your York has been around longer.” Lizzie wondered if there was a Hartland hidden somewhere in the States. What if she had moved there instead of New York? Well, she never would have met Logan. “I’m from Hartland.”

[LOGAN WEBSTER]

She thanked him in such an appreciative tone it made his heart flutter. Was he really no better than a teenage girl? Right now he was ready to sweep her into his arms and ask her to be his wife. Well, that was a huge overstatement... kind of.

He grinned when she accepted his offer. A mental yes echoed in his mind. That was a point for him! "Well if you'd like, you could come over after you've finished your walk... to get the harness, of course," He added hastily, his cheeks starting to burn with colour. Logan hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way and never talk to him again.

If Logan thought he had butterflies when she thanked him, he was definitely in for a shock. She trusted him enough to be herself around him. He ran a hand through his hair. "Th-that's great," the blonde male chuckled nervously, trying to hide the blush that was most certainly creeping all over his face now. His face burned, but not the bad, embarrassed kind of burn. The burn you would feel coming in from a crazy snow day and settling down to a cup of nice hot cocoa or hot tea, the warmth that spread slowly and happily through your body. That kind of burn.

"Hartland, hm?" His face screwed up with concentration as he absentmindedly pet Snowdrop. "I wonder if there's a Hartland in America..." His voice trailed up as he thought, biting his lip slightly. "Wouldn't that have been funny if there was and you moved to Hartland here in America? It's just kind of like me going from York to New York! I'm glad you didn't though. Then I wouldn't have met you." Logan accidentally voiced his thoughts. He struggled to keep his composure. "Uh, er.. I should probably let you continue on with your walk... I've taken way too much time away from you already. I was just returning your cat so that nothing bad would happen..."

He shifted nervously on his feet, suddenly aware of the fact that Snowdrop was once again in his arms. "Oh, yeah.. I should probably let you have Snowdrop back again... Wouldn't want to walk off with her," Logan told her lamely, carefully handing Snowdrop back to Lizzie. "Well Lizzie, nice talking to you." He bit his lip again. He didn't want the conversation to end but he had blundered enough already. She probably thought he was creepy or something. Might as well leave it like that than her think he's a maniac, or a rapist, or a murderer, or a serial killer... Just about everything bad went through his mind and he began to take a step back, realising that he had gotten closer and closer to her as they had passed Snowdrop back and forth and had only been standing a foot or so away. He lengthened the distance without turning around, which was his mistake, and he tripped over a tree root instead and landed with a hard oomph on his butt. Logan sat there for a second dazed, unaware of how foolish he looked sitting on his bum with his legs splayed out over the earth and leaning on his elbows.

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[LIZZIE SPENCER]

Lizzie thought two very different things at the same time and it took her nearly ten seconds to even sort them out before she could understand. One, she had just met Logan and there was a certain rule about not going off with people you’ve just met. It might as well have been as dangerous as getting in a stranger’s car. Two, he had been nothing but kind to her and the sooner she got the harness, the sooner she would be able to stop worrying about Snowdrop getting away again. Lizzie never exactly took things the ‘wrong way,’ anyhow, seeing as she had complete faith in everybody she met. “That would be nice,” she said after a long moment of arguing against her more sensible side, a side that hardly ever presented itself. “I could take Snowdrop on all sorts of walks, then.”

Was Logan blushing? It certainly seemed that he was, but Lizzie couldn’t be sure. Yes, she certainly had been not moments ago and she’d known it. She’d been confused by it. It wasn’t often people turned red in her presence so she was honestly having trouble believing that Logan could be embarrassed or flattered for whatever reason. Great. What a lovely word. This whole situation was great, she thought. Beyond great, even. It was marvelous. Lizzie had never been quite happy to meet somebody new. She was suddenly thanking the musician that had lulled her to sleep, thanking Snowdrop for running off, and thanking Logan for being in the right place at the right time.

Lizzie wondered what Logan could have been thinking about. She had just said she was from Hartland and she’d accidentally gone off thinking a bunch of what-ifs, but what could her possibly have to concentrate so hard on to be making a proper face of concentration? (She knew the look well as she had to often concentrate very hard on most things). It was when he began to voice her own silly thoughts that her mouth fell open, only a little bit for she seemed to be self-consciously aware of not wanting to look like a fish. “I…” She stammered sometime during his rant, wondering when mind reading had become possible. Lizzie had literally just been thinking the exact same thing, right down to not having met Logan had she moved to Hartland (had it been real). “I was honestly just… how did you…?” Lizzie shook her head, looking both confused and impressed.

He was suddenly handing Snowdrop back to her, though, saying he’d best be on his way. Lizzie blinked at him, taking Snowdrop in her arms. Had she done something? Was she not as good a conversationalist as she thought she was? Oh, this was just downright embarrassing. Lizzie was fighting every urge to reach out and ask him to wait. If he… if he really wanted to leave, it wasn’t her place to stop him. For all she knew, he had somewhere to be. “And you. It was lovely meeting you,” she said, putting on her best smile. He was very close, she noticed, too late to make any sort of comment on it. He was already stepping away from her, on his way as she should be on her way—“Oh!” She exclaimed, eyes widening as he fell.

There was no way she could have tried catching him. In fact, she was probably much too weak to even hold him up. She would have fallen as well. Instead, she hurried to him, closing the short distance his tumble had put between them. Looping Snowdrop’s leash around her wrist, Lizzie knelt beside him, leaning close while still trying to give him his space. “Are… are you alright?!” It looked like a painful fall, though she thought most painful things hurt terribly. “That wasn’t my fault, was it?” It was easy for Lizzie to take the blame, for whatever reason. (She was glad, at least, that she hadn’t hurt herself in some way. The last thing she needed was for Logan to know about her odd little habit of crying out in pain before she’d even been injured).

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