I got up early, eager to see where I'd be going. It's Sunday, which means it is my day off. And as planned, I will be going to meet Isabelle.
Sadly, I wasn't able to fetch her at the airport yesterday because Sebastian wouldn't let me. As he said, it wasn't my day off yet. And so I have no choice but to wait.
Finally. After a couple of months of being distanced, where the skies and seas hinder us from being in each other's presence, we are going to meet now and, of course, bond.
Last night, I informed Sebastian of my plans. Just in case his mind changes and he refuses to let me go out. As far as his words are concerned, someone like him cannot be trusted. He will agree today. And then disagree the next minute. That's how often he changes his answers. Like how he changes girls these p
