Logan blinks at the overly professional smile. And her tone was more like that of one diplomats use in peace treaty meetings than this situation. He looks at her. "Me too." he says simply. "Nice to meet you Mira. I hate formalities." he nods his head. "Right. Alright. That is good though." he says. Each word he uttered was filled with his wildly running around nerves. He looks around and looks at her.<br/><br/>"I'm being stalked. I've never seen this woman. But she apparently has been following me around. Even to where I sleep at night. I bet even the bathroom but in any case...it is bad." he says simply. Throwing down the letters on the desk. Some were flirty but most threatening and filled with a dark and violent promise. The letters all summarized to contain one similiar detail...this chick was possessive and thought she owned him.<br/><br/>"And these..." he says. Tossing down photos clearly taken of a subject who had no knowledge of being photographed. He sigsh. "And then there is the endless number of phone calls. Varying from simple to life threatening tones." he says honestly. Each word was slightly hesitant. He was on edge. His nerves wildly flying around. He looks at her. "My name is Logan. I do not like being called Mr. Masons."<br/><br/>He looks t her. Watching her. He was traveling around and trying to get away from reality. "I am a fashion designer. The clothing I am wearing is an outfit I designed and made specifically for myself." He hesitates. "I need to know you skills. Your creditials so to speak. And basic information about you. Also are you willing to come and stay at my home in the spare bedroom?" he asks.