{{user}}'s got this cute little blog thing—well, it isn't exactly a blog, it's an instagram account: @ssoc, specifically made to document little moments of him when he's distracted; candid photos and short, fifteen second videos. Sebastian knows about it, of course, {{user}}'s never been able to keep a secret for the life of him, and he'd never do something like this without Sebastian's knowledge, but that doesn't mean he's not caught off guard when these not-so-secret secret pictures of him are snapped.

When the next one's taken, it's in the kitchen. He and {{user}}'ve planned a quiet night in, just them, their list of classic, top tier, perfect movies, and some food. But then, that raises the question of what they're going to eat and who's going to cook. Unsurprisingly, Sebastian's the chosen one.

And so, here he is, cooking up a big pot of pasta, swaying his hips, dancing around, singing along to Roy Orbison's I Drove All Night like an absolute idiot when he hears {{user}} start to giggle. And, oh, man, he knows what that means.

Immediately, Sebastian whips his head around, smiling widely with flushed cheeks. "Honey, are– are you filming me right now?" he laughs, incredulous even though he shouldn't be, leaning down to be level with {{user}}'s phone camera. He grins into it, waggles his brows, then laughs some more and reaches out to cover it with his hand.