Logan Sargent - Fort Loverdale

Vacation day 4

The morning sun slipped through the curtains of our beach house, the light casting a warm glow across the room. The rhythmic sound of waves rolling onto the shore outside was soothing, almost hypnotic, and I pulled the covers up to my chin, enjoying the lazy morning. It was the last day of our Fort Lauderdale getaway, and even though I wasn't ready to leave, I knew we'd have to make the most of it. No regrets.

I turned in bed and noticed Sophie already up, hair tied in a messy bun, and wearing her yoga gear. She was stretching casually, her face glowing with that morning energy I could never seem to match.

"Morning, sunshine," she teased, catching me watching her.

"Ugh, how are you so awake already?" I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow. "It's too early for this."

"Early? It's practically mid-morning!" Sophie laughed, pulling the covers off of me. "Come on, get up. It's our last day in paradise. Beach yoga, remember? One last session before we stuff our faces at breakfast."

I groaned dramatically but sat up, running a hand through my tousled hair. "Fine, but I expect pancakes. Lots of pancakes."

"Deal," Sophie grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

The sand was cool beneath our feet as we made our way to our favorite yoga spot near the water, away from the hustle of the beach crowd. The ocean was calm, the sun still gentle as it climbed higher into the sky. There was something so peaceful about the mornings here—before the world fully woke up, it felt like the beach belonged to us.

Sophie unrolled her mat, effortlessly flowing into her first pose while I tried to wake myself up.

"You know," I said, trying to sound conversational as I struggled into a stretch, "I'm not sure I'll ever be as zen as you. How do you always look like you've just floated out of a meditation retreat?"

"It's all in the breathing," she replied with a laugh. "That, and knowing I'll get to see you suffer through downward dog again."

I shot her a playful glare but before I could retaliate, a familiar voice broke through our peaceful morning.

"Well, well, well, look who we've got here—yoga queens in their natural habitat."

Logan's voice had that easy, laid-back tone he always used when he was teasing me, and I turned to see him and Oscar approaching from the boardwalk. They were carrying coffee cups, both grinning like they had planned this ambush.

"Careful, or we might force you to join in," Sophie said, raising an eyebrow as she adjusted her pose.

Oscar dropped dramatically onto the sand, shielding his eyes with his hand like he'd been offended. "Nope. Not happening. Yoga is for flexible people and people who haven't had three cups of coffee this morning."

Logan shook his head with a grin. "Speak for yourself. I might be up for the challenge."

I smirked, taking the coffee he held out for me. "Oh, I don't know. You talk big, but I've yet to see you in action. Yoga's not for the faint of heart."

"Faint of heart?" Logan repeated, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sounds like you're trying to scare me off."

I gave him an exaggerated shrug. "I just don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of all these early risers."

Logan rolled his eyes, setting down his coffee and stepping onto Sophie's mat. "Okay, show me what you got, coach."

Sophie crossed her arms, clearly enjoying this new entertainment. "You're really going to let him on my mat? You break it, you buy it."