>Sebastian
After I fixed her notes, Lynlee opened her laptop and spent the remainder of the flight typing away. I kept my eyes firmly shut, only aware of what she was doing by the continual clack of the keys on her keyboard. It was oddly calming with how fast her fingers hammered against those tiny buttons.
I had more than gotten the hint by now. I crossed the line with Lynlee, and the rest of the team wasn’t happy about it. After getting my ass handed to me left and right during the game following the lunch incident, I declined interviews for the night. When I tried to talk to Seguin, he just shook his head and walked away from me.
It was Beddard who finally broke the silent treatment and told me I had to get back on Lynlee’s good side for them all to forgive me. They’d even kicked
