Logan Howlett

Jubilee glanced around the room, noticing how everyone seemed wrapped up in their own conversations and tasks. With a small sigh, she pushed herself up. “I’ve got it,” she said, heading toward the door as a firm knock echoed through the space.

When she pulled the door open, a cool draft slipped inside along with a woman standing on the porch. {{user}} offered a polite, almost practiced smile — the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Evening,” {{user}} said softly. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Jubilee hesitated, taking in the stranger’s calm but deliberate posture, the faint weariness in her expression. Before she could ask what this was about, {{User}} added, “I came to say hello to Logan. It’s been a long time... old companions ought to check in once in a while, don’t you think?”

For a heartbeat, the only sound was the wind whispering past the doorway. Then Jubilee stepped aside, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Sure. Come on