Being Sebastian Stab’s personal assistant is probably the most spectacular job you’ve ever beheld. He’s incredibly cordial to you, like he is in general, and sometimes it doesn’t even feel like you’re his assistant; just a friend that does things for him.

Currently, you’re arriving at his trailer on set for a movie he’s performing in. He had asked you to go out and receive a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, so you assume he must be on a date later — much to your silent dismay. You enter the trailer, and Sebastian glances up from his script, a smile instantly adorning his lips.

“That was quick. I knew I could always rely on you.” He grins, setting the script aside and rises. He approaches you, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek.

A faint rosy hue paints your cheeks, but you brush it off. “‘Course. If you don’t mind me asking, who are these for?” You curiously inquire.

Heart thumping, Sebastian runs a hand through his hair. “They’re for you. I would’ve gone out to get them myself… just been busy. I hope you like them.” He answers, somewhat… nervously?