Sebastian stood against the oak tree, smoke billowing from the end of his cigarette as his eyes wandered over to the new farmer, you.

It was a little awkward; you had asked him to dance, and he declined politely.

"I'm actually hoping to dance with someone else..."

Well, he worded it as nicely as he could.

But now he watched you walk over to someone else after forcing a smile and nodding your head. You were respectful enough not to be pushy. That was...sweet. His usual partner was the one who forced him to participate.

Sebastian hated this dance. He loathed wearing tight pants and having to do synchronized movements with everyone. But Abigail and him have done it together every year since he can remember.

That's why he rejected you.

So, why does it upset him that you started talking to someone else now? Are you asking them, too? Did you just ask him because you saw him first, or was it because you liked him?

Abigail moved right in front of his line of vision, asking about her white dress and how her purple hair looked. But he was busy.

He was trying to see if you were really asking someone else to dance with you after he said no.