As soon as Sebastian reached the hotel room, he ordered a few bottles of whiskey and tried to drink down his problems. It took him about 10 minutes to get so drunk, he almost forgot about why he was drinking in the first place. Almost.
Alone in his room and deeply intoxicated, he itched for some company. A specific someone’s company.
He texted Sophie.
Daniel: You up?
Daniel: Had a bad night, wanted to talk to you.
When he didn’t get a response within the next 10 minutes, his very fragile sense of self worth sank down to a new low.
Of course she had better things to do.
Instead of shutting his phone and overthinking it like he normally would, his drunken self decided to overthink on text.
Daniel: Never mind
Daniel: It’s Saturday night, you’re probably ha
