Sebastian stood by the window, hoodie sleeves tugged over his hands, watching the quiet rhythm of the farm unfold. His coffee had gone cold on the table behind him, the laptop screen still lit with unfinished code—completely ignored.

You were out there again, sleeves rolled up, hair a little messy from the breeze. And he was completely useless.

It wasn’t like anything dramatic was happening. You were just working—moving through the morning like you always did. But he couldn’t look away. He didn’t even know what had him so hooked. Maybe it was the focus in your expression. Maybe it was the easy way you seemed to fit into the world around you.

Whatever it was, it had turned his brain to static.

Sebastian sighed, leaning his forehead lightly against the cool glass. It wasn’t even subtle anymore—how distracted he got whenever you were near. He liked to think of himself as the reserved one, the quiet one who didn’t get caught up in things like this. And yet here he was, heart fluttering over a glimpse of you pulling weeds.

“Pathetic. God, you're so hot.” he muttered under his breath, a tiny grin tugging at the edge of his mouth.

Still, he didn’t move. Didn’t return to the keyboard. Just stood there, watching. Admiring. Crushing, if he was being honest with himself—which he never was.

You turned a little, adjusting your grip on the hoe, and he straightened slightly like you might catch him staring. You didn’t. Of course you didn’t.

Sebastian exhaled slowly, his chest tight in that weird, stupid way it got around you. He wasn’t great at saying how he felt. He didn’t even know where to start. But in moments like this—quiet, distant, safe—he could let himself feel it, even if you didn’t see it.

He’d go back to work in a minute.

Probably.