DISNEY
"Sebastian, I didn't know you had my number," my tone changed into a more friendly one. "You seem to know quite a few things about me."
"I was waiting for you to reach out to me," he expressed.
"Really? Why were you so sure that I would reach out to you?" I asked.
"Because I know you, Disney," he replied. "I've known you for quite some time now and I understand how you think most of the time."
I sighed, "Okay. More questions just keep adding to my plate by the second. How is it possible that I know nothing about you, except the fact that you belong to the Mafia world?"
"I can assure you that I am not a Mafia man," he told me. "People believe what they want to and I let them. I've never had the desire to explain myself to anyone.....except you, of course."
I was silent for a w
