Amber wasn't the only one in the conservatory. Hiding near the back of it, lying on the bench was Logan. He had decided to take some alone time, not really wishing to talk to anybody. He was dozing off when he became aware of what sounded like a door-opening and then footsteps. The Winter slowly swung his feet over the edge of the bench before forcing himself to sit up, glancing around with a tired look in his eyes.
He yawned softly, pausing to look at a small white flower that was growing next to the bench. After studying the small flower in wonder for a few seconds, he stood up and took a real, much better glance around the green-house. He faintly saw the Amber's brown hair though some flowers, before deciding that he might as well say hello. As he made his way around the flowers to greet her, he gently messed with his hair; trying to fix it from the mess it had become when he had been lying on the bench. Finally, he reached he and came to a stop not far from her, pausing while he tried to come up with something to say. "Uh, hello there," he said slowly, a bit of a southern drawl in his voice.
