"Mam! I'm going out!" Logan called, grabbing his jacket. He didn't think it was particularly cold but both his mums would flip if he didn't take a jacket.

Tarra looked around the door. "Where're you going, Logan?"

Logan shrugged. "Just out to the woods. I'll be back by five. Bye, love you." Before waiting for an answer, Logan left the house.

There really wasn't a need for his jacket, it was quite warm and pleasant, a picture-perfect Spring day. So he settled for tying it around his waist tightly before setting off. He rarely left the house and when he did, he usually kept his head down. His parents already got enough recognition as it is, he didn't want anymore.

There was always something special about the woods. Something fantastical. Not the edges of the woods, where most people walked and called it a day, but the very heart of the woods, where the trees were as old as time and everything smelt fresh and earthy. Logan looked up as he walked, taking in the different shades of new green and dark blue sky.

Some of the tree-tops were so far up high he could barely see them but the ones he could see were all covered in little buds and new leaves and here and there there were little sprays of flowers. Logan couldn't help it, there was just so much untouched, natural beauty around him and so much glee building up inside, he laughed. He just laughed, holding his arms out and spinning around. That's when he realised someone else was there.

He looked around quickly. "What are you doing here?" He asked. Roman laughed a little and stood up, brushing down his trousers.

"Hi to you too, sweetheart." He gestured to the posy of herbs in his waistcoat pocket. "I'm getting some herbs for my dad. He needs to make this whole batch of baked goods for this rich person out near the sea or something and he's out of rosemary."

"Huh, any particular reason for the rosemary, weird baker's boy who's flirting with me?" Logan asked. Roman laughed again.

"I told you my name! You could just call me Roman." He laughed. Logan made a little 'hm' noise in the back of his throat. "What?"

"Nothing, just your name." Logan said vaguely. "The meaning, that's all." He started to walk away. Roman hesitated, bouncing on his heels, before running after him.

"What meaning?" He asked, holding onto a tree trunk to stop himself. Logan looked over his shoulder at him.

"Your name meaning." He said, turning around and leaning against another tree. "Roman means 'strong and powerful' and it's also derived from the Latin name Romanus." Logan shrugged. "I just think it's interesting, that's all."

Roman stared at Logan, impressed. "You know all that about my name?" Logan shrugged again.

"Well, when your parents tell fortunes for a living, you pick a couple things up." Logan pushed his glasses up your nose. "Aren't you meant to be getting back to your dad? He must be pretty stressed with such a big order and he'll probably be a little mad if you're late."

Roman's eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth. "Oh shoot, you're right. Catch you later, sweetheart!" He called as he ran off, dodging in between tree roots.

Wow, not knowing what to write on my early chapters. This is so common that we could honestly call it a trope now, I think.
Bye,
Blaize