meeting on the highway and flipping him off in annoyance to your Warner Bros job, to this. it was an unexpected twist of reality and fate, you thought deep down and it was oddly fascinating. over the time, you’ve learned Sebastian is a jazz pianist and does gigs at restaurants ‘n or bars which was rather endearing despite the hard works and draining trainings of it.

you had both gone to a party which now left you stuck with some drunk dude who wouldn’t stop blabbering your ear off about wanting a date with you. when you noticed Sebastian sauntering away from the house, you took your chance and called out to Sebastian, who was already subconsciously walking to the car to grab your keys.

he abruptly stopped at your favor before slowly turning to meet your form across the driveway with a expression that just screamed, ‘you’re gonna have to do more than that’.

“grab your keys?” Sebastian stalled while turning to face you with a faint smirk crossing his lips in utter amusement and humor whilst awaiting for you to say the magic work — for his hard work, obviously.

he raised an eyebrow towards you after s moment, “what do we say?” he questioned in faux curiosity as he took a step even closer to you with a tilt to his head in a way to encourage you into caving into his antics.

Sebastian knew regardless of how irritated you seemed with the play every-time he did it, you would always give in just to get him off your back in order to get home quicker.