“But Gabby, it’s the Statue of Liberty. Commercialized or not, you must have seen it if you live in New York,” Logan hummed, playing with Gabby’s hair, giving her a look that said ‘I might be blonde, and I might have my ditsy moments, but both you and I know I have a very valid point here, because… well, I do’.
Gabby sighed, sitting up. “If you get me one of those tacky souvenirs though… I’ll strangle you.”
“You’d love me regardless.”
“… I would. Maybe.”
“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” Logan leaned over, kissing the tip of Gabby’s nose and giggling softly. “Besides, I was planning on buying you more than one. Maybe even enough to dress up our Christmas tree with.”