S E B A S T I A N
Indignant.
I'm mad at the thought of leaving her alone with him back then.
I'm mad that she feels disgusted when she is with me.
I'm mad at how curious she makes me about her, and no matter how skeptical she appears to be, I can't deny the attraction I feel toward her.
I take a deep breath and let it out as I check myself back in the mirror before I have to walk out and grace them all with my presence. A man dressed in a long-sleeved dark blue buttoned shirt, black dress pants, and dressy shoes stares back at me with slicked-back red hair, fierce eyes, and tightened jaw. Bothered by the questions and doubts, I grit, brush my hand against the side of my head, and then, after a once-over, I overconfidently give myself an approving nod.
I don't know why, but for today
