Logan Sargent - Fort Loverdale

Miami (Victoria's POV)

The last two months had felt like an eternity. Every day, I woke up knowing that Logan was thousands of miles away, and while the video calls and endless texts kept us connected, it wasn't the same. The lingering memories of our time together, the warmth of his hugs, the way he teased me until I couldn't help but smile—they were all just echoes in the back of my mind, dulled by the distance.

We had slipped into a routine during the summer break, one that felt almost domestic in its simplicity. Mornings started with a quick message, something playful to kickstart our day. Sometimes, it was a selfie of him just out of bed, hair tousled, still wearing that half-asleep grin. Other times, it was me sending a photo of whatever concoction I'd thrown together for breakfast, often accompanied by a sarcastic comment on my culinary prowess.

Evenings were reserved for longer conversations. We would FaceTime, and he'd fill me in on the latest news, the preparations for the upcoming races, and the usual antics of the team. I loved those moments, seeing him relax, leaning back on his couch, his smile soft and genuine as he shared his day with me. There was something about seeing him in his space, even through a screen, that made me feel like I was right there with him.

But as much as we tried to keep things light and fun, there were nights when the distance felt like a weight, pressing down on us. I remember one call where we both just sat there, not saying much, letting the silence stretch between us. Neither of us wanted to hang up, but there wasn't much to say either. He looked at me through the screen, his eyes a little sad, and I knew he felt it too—the ache of being apart.

I'd catch myself daydreaming about him during the day, wondering what he was doing at that very moment, wishing I could just be there. It was strange, really, how someone could become such a big part of your life in such a short amount of time. I'd always been independent, focused on my own goals, but Logan had slipped into my world so effortlessly, and I found myself missing him more than I ever thought possible.

The week leading up to the race in Miami was the hardest. We were both busy—he with last-minute training and media obligations, and me with my own commitments. Our calls became shorter, more rushed, but we still made time for each other, even if it was just a few minutes before bed.

It was during one of those rushed conversations that the idea hit me. We were both exhausted, and he was telling me about the latest round of interviews he had to endure, his voice laced with the kind of frustration that only comes from too much media exposure and not enough time to breathe. I remember laughing softly and saying, "You need a break, Logan. I wish I could just surprise you and whisk you away from all this."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "A surprise would be nice, but I know you've got your own stuff to handle. We'll see each other soon enough."

That's when I knew what I had to do. After we hung up, I immediately texted Oscar, Logan's teammate, and asked for his help. Oscar was more than willing, amused by the idea of helping me pull off a surprise. He agreed to get Logan alone at a restaurant the night before the race, ensuring that everything would be set for my arrival.

The days crawled by after that. Every time Logan and I talked, I had to bite my tongue to keep from spilling the secret. It was hard, especially when he'd mention how much he wished I could be there with him. I just kept reminding myself that soon, very soon, I'd be able to surprise him in the best way possible.

Finally, the day came. My flight to Miami was booked, my bags packed, and I could hardly contain my excitement. As the plane touched down, I felt a mix of nerves and anticipation. It had been two long months since I'd seen Logan in person, and while our connection had only grown stronger through our constant communication, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in his presence again.