Sebastian's pov
I watched the teenage lady roll a piece of her hair around her index finger. I took it as an habit she possesed because she did it at every slight interval possibly without knowing it. Weirdly, I found myself attracted to the habit.
"Your dinner is here." I announced once one of the women from my staff quarters walked into the large living space, a tray in her hands. She set it on the table and bowed her head a little to acknowledge us. My staff knew better than to comment when working except essential staff, it only mattered if I asked them to.
Gigi turned to look at her. "Thank you so much." She politely appreciated her effort. The young woman turned to leave, heading back to the quarters to carry on with their activity. I wondered if I should tell her what Doctor Che
