Logan hopped up onto the bench next to Juliet. He let his feet dangle, and absentmindedly swung them back and forth. He looked up at the stars as he thought.<br/>"Owen..." he said, still blushing. It was actually true - he admired him the most out of his brothers. He was the tallest, the oldest, and he didn't pick on him as much as Romeo and Edmund. He thrust the thought out of his mind, and focused on his conversation with Juliet. There was a horse race tomorrow night. Perfect. He turned to her.<br/>"Um... do you like horses?" he asked nervously.