The Sanders Fleet

Analogical

{this one wasn't asked for I'm just bored}

Logan flicked letter after letter onto his kitchen table, searching for one particular envelope.

He only had ten minutes, so he wanted to get this done as quickly as possible before he had to go to work.

Finally, Logan found the little blue envelope. He ripped it open and raced upstairs as he plucked the little puzzle piece from inside.

It was his soulmate's 30th birthday, which meant this was the last piece of their puzzle.

Logan pulled out the thin drawer in the top of his dresser, looking at the single empty space in the center of the white board.

He ran his fingertip over the edge of the puzzle piece. This was it. this piece would change his life forever. 

Logan glanced at the clock and startled. Had he really been standing there for nine minutes?

He pressed the puzzle piece into place and pulled his phone out as a picture began to form. Once it had cleared, he snapped a photo and grabbed his bookbag, sprinting for the door.

Logan's first class of the morning was always particularly squirrelly, and he was not going to give them any opportunities for shenanigans if he could help it. Of course, that meant that he wouldn't be able to look at the photo that he'd taken until after class.

He raised his eyebrows as he walked into the classroom. A young woman, not one of his students, was standing at his desk. She fiddled with her backpack straps.

"Professor Fransisque?" She asked as Logan approached.

"Can I help you?"

"Professor Hidgens said you have a few thesis papers for him that were turned into your box instead?"

"Oh, yes." Logan set his bag on the desk chair. "Give me just a moment."

He opened his bag to search for the papers, then handed them to her. She took them and thanked him quickly, then left the room. Logan sighed and turned to his class, pushing the thoughts of the photo on his phone to the back of his mind.

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

"Class dismissed. Remember that your online homework from last week is due tonight at midnight."

Logan packed his things up with the students, staying until they had all left before pulling his phone out.

There was a text from his cousin Roman, which Logan ignored. He typed in his password and opened his photo app.

As his finger hovered over the photo to open it, Logan paused. This one tap would change his life forever. 

He was strangely nervous.

"Just do it." Logan muttered to himself, opening the photo.

He immediately thanked whatever gods that may be that he'd managed to keep the camera steady. The picture was clear as day. And incredibly familiar.

The school's performing arts center, next to the teacher's parking lot across campus.

Logan scanned the photo for anything that would tell him a time, or a date. He knew soulmates often got little clues like that in their pictures.

After a moment, his eyes were drawn to the scrolling advertisement board over the front doors. It had a date and time along the top, as usual.