His expression quickly recovered. "Tha-Thal-lli-Thalia?" I nodded, rolling my eyes. He gestures to something behind him. "I'll be right back. I need to make a....call." Only once he left to make his "call" did I realize there was a boy standing in front of me. "Hey." I said. He looked up from his hands and nodded at me. "What's up" he asked. "I suppose your Thalia then" I rolled my eyes once again. "I thought we covered that. What's your name, by the way?" He narrowed his eyes at me, but then grinned. "Me? The apparently great Thalia wants to know my name?" I scowled. "Yeah right. Apparently great? Not so much. I don't know what that crazy guy thinks" he smirked. "Yeah ok. He's pretty crazy, from the looks of it. I'm Logan McKnight." I looked him over. He seemed to do the same for me. He had disheveled dirty blonde colored hair, as if he had not bothered to comb it. He was easily a couple inches taller than me, with tan skin. He had toned muscles, but they matched his body shape.
As if the muscles were meant to be, not worked hard for. His eyes. His eyes were a different story. They were a deep brown, one that never ended. I stared into them, seeing what they hid. I was usually good at telling what people were thinking, but with Logan, it didn't seem to work.
          I scowled. He just looked at me, as if he were bored. "Where's creepy beardo man?" I asked. He frowned. "I dunno. He's never left me alone before, always scared that I might runaway." He sighed. "But it makes sense, I mean, who couldn't be afraid of you?" I stared at him. When I comprehended what he just said, I opened my mouth in mocked agony. "Well, nice meeting you. Im gonna leave now." I said, stomping away.  He looked at me. "You can't leave," we both looked towards the man who had spoken. It was the person Logan was traveling with. "No, you cannot leave indeed. You saw us. You saw us and that is not possible. Now you have to come with us."