Sebastian’s expression shifts—his lips curl into a small smile, and then, almost unconsciously, he bites his lower lip. It’s subtle, but you notice. The world around you goes quiet as the two of you just… stare. It’s not awkward, not rushed—just a lingering moment where it feels like you’re communicating without words. His blue eyes seem to search yours, as if he’s trying to figure you out, and somehow, you feel like he already knows what you’re thinking. The fan behind you clears their throat, snapping you out of the moment. Sebastian chuckles softly, still looking at you, his smile growing just a little wider. “Sorry,” he says, as if he was just as caught up as you were. You finally find your voice. “Don’t apologize.” He tilts his head slightly, amused. “I like your vibe.” The words send a thrill through you, but before you can respond, the event staff gently urges you to move along. He hands you the signed photo, fingers lightly brushing yours, and just before you step away, he murmurs, “It was nice meeting you.”