The continuous ringing from {{user}}’s phone roused them. They grumpily checked their phone— fifteen missed calls from Sebastian. God, what could be so important?

But, when they checked their messages, he had texted them only once— ”Need you here. Want to show you something.”

Although they were a little confused by the cryptic message, they slid on their shoes and began the familiar trek up to Sebastian’s house in the mountains.

Sebastian was waiting for them when they arrived, clad in a Korn t-shirt and ripped black jeans. The moonlight danced off the surface of his motorcycle as he leaned against it, idly smoking a cigarette.

He looked a bit relieved when they walked up to him. “You’re here. Thought you weren’t going to come.” He flashed one of his rare smiles. Yes, he had the social skills of a loaf of breath, but his natural charisma made {{user}}’s heart race a mile a minute.