“What are your hobbies?” I asked, bringing the wine glass up to my lips, the sweet red wine kissed my taste buds. Sebastian, who was drinking his signature drink, bourbon, turned his attention onto me.
“Does being a mafia leader not qualify as a hobby?” He asked, I scoffed before nudging his thigh with my foot. We were both sitting on opposite ends of the couch indulging in light conversation. Neither one of us dare to bring up any issues regarding our separate relationships or the lies we’ve been telling. I laughed gently and Sebastian nodded his head with a smirk preparing to give me a serious answer.
“I do like sailing, sometimes I play the piano, and travel. I like to do a lot of things, I just don’t have the time. What about you?” Sebastian took
