"Who's a good boy?" I coo as I scratch his head. "Obviously, you are..."
"Hazel" Sebastian says in irritation. "Stop it."
I huff. "You're just jealous because animals hate you and not me."
"Stop playing with that squirrel, we have to get going," He says, already starting to walk.
"But..."
"No arguments."
"Asshole," I mutter before I swing my bag on my shoulder and follow him.
Since we pretty much didn't sleep yesterday, we woke up late. Yes, Sebastian Walts, the perfectionist is actually not a robot and woke up late as well.
"Hey Sebastian," I ask, he hmms in response.
"Didn't you expect to find your mate in that crescent moon ball?"
"No."
"And during your travels?" I asked again. "Didn't you think you'd find her during that?"
I see his shoulders stiffen at that.
"No."
