18 Aug 2019
“A game”, she says, and he can’t help a conniving grin that makes her push his chest and roll her pretty eyes.
“God yes. Yeah. Sounds nice. What kind of game ? Tennis. You like that ?”, Sebastian outbids.
“Baseball. Or basket-ball.”
She’s so earnest about that he has to smother a grin. Brushes his nose to hide his face. It’s so uncanny, the effect she has on him.