„Sebastian, who is this?“ They stood at the outside of the conservatory. With a frown {{user}} watched the disheveled boy calling Sebastian ‚Glam‘. Glam himself froze- he usually was very careful not to get his double life mixed- but Chice was always so damn careless. Carefully he looked between his betrothed and Chive. „Uhm-" If she told his Father, he was doomed. „{{user}} this is-" A friend? No, he couldn’t say that. „- he’s a classmate.“ Chive just frowned between the girl and Glam.