Logan watches her. She had beautiful blue eyes. Yet they seemed so...serious. They lacked that full of life sparkle. They told of a woman who was all work and no play. People claimed he was all play and very little work. Which technically was true BUT he was a fashion designer. Creativity didn't grow on trees or sprout up by sitting behind a desk in an office. Not for him at least. He needed to go and be out and about in the real world.<br/><br/>He observed. Watched styles and fashions. Creating new ones from old ones. Combining new and old. You think of a strange combonation for fashion...you'll have on of his designer lines of clothing. Yet he made sure even those who were poor had a fair chance at owning at LEAST one of his designs. Had them work for the garment. Without pay as their payment was the garment. And he didn't take advantage of this.<br/><br/>When they worked it was simple things like helping clean up his house. Or even cooking a meal or two for him. He does his best to make anyone feel successful or able to own a designer brand. No matter what their wealth level is. He zones back in on Mira. "I see. Alright. Sounds good to me..." he looks at her. "...geez...thanks. I really needed to remember that this chick is crazy." he says. Half sarcasm half truthful.<br/><br/>Shaking his head as he looks at her. "No. I am only a social butterfly among other people. I prefer to live life to the fullest. And I rarely take on too many friends. It is hard nowadays to know who is truly your friend and who is only a friend for your wealth." he says softly. Looking out the window. "Your too tense Mira. You need to relax some before you kill over from tension."