DESPITE HIS EARLIER geniality, Sebastien descended into contemplative silence as we sat down together over our respective omelets. His gaze remained glued to his phone, fingers swiping and tapping at lightning speed while he perused items apparently more fascinating that the person on the other side of the small table that graced his breakfast nook.
“Do you want to talk about this morning?” I started, the feeling of being abandoned by someone who was still physically present prompting me to open up a subject I’d resolved not to broach.
But Sebastien merely shook his head. “Later,” he countered absently, not bothering to glance away from his screen. “I need to check on something first....”
In the silence that followed, I craned my neck, trying to figure out what was so fascinating that i
