“I can take you for a ride,” he nods to his motorcycle that’s parked in the garage, “you know. If you want.”

Hanging out with Sebastian has been so fun. He’s not someone you feel as though you have to entertain. He’s fine with silence, he doesn’t push for more than what you willingly give.

These little “dates” have been something of a dream.

Most of the time, it consists of hanging out near the train tracks or outside on his porch. He’ll sometimes smoke and offer you a drag, you’ll laugh and talk about everything under the moon.

He has not, however, made a move yet.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to — in fact, he thinks about it often. How he’d do it, how to make it perfect.

Tonight feels like a perfect night.

“We can drive out to the cliff,” he shrugs, “look out over the city.”