It started back when you moved in all those months ago. Sebastian couldn't stop bumping into you at every corner. At every festival, passing by the streets and occasionally at the saloon.

He'd see you trudging back from the mines, covered in dirt and grime with a satisfied grin on your face. He'd see you fishing for hours at the lake. He'd see you in his own home, making building arrangements with Robin.

He had brushed it aside of course, it was a small community after all. There really was no issue with you if you didn't cause issues for him.

That is, until today. Sebastian drags himself outside of his house, smokes in hand as he walked to his usual spot. His brows knit in frustration, he grumbled and cursed under his breath from an argument he had with his step-father just moments prior.

It was then, he saw you. You were covered in dirt head-to-toe, contentedly fishing like you always do. He couldn't help the rising frustration he felt, but he didn't make a fuss as he silently stood where he usually did, which now happened to be next to you.