"Oh, please, Nadine," Logan says, holding out the card. "Take it. We both know you don’t even have $50 to your name." 

His words hit me like a slap, and for a second, I was too stunned to respond. My fist clenches, and my eyes blaze with anger. I slam my hand onto the table, the dishes rattling with the force. But Logan doesn’t flinch. He just watches me, waiting for me to take the card, completely unfazed by my fury.

"Logan, how dare you?" I say through gritted teeth, stepping closer, my voice low and trembling with rage. "I’ve had it with you!"

Without waiting for his response, I...