~Lynlee~
Sometimes, I’m not the best at working through stuff in my head. I need to write it down, take notes, make lists, use a pen and paper. Lotti had made fun of me through high school and college because even when our teachers gave us a printed copy of any important notes we needed, I still wrote them out. It’s just how my brain works.
My current dilemma was that any writing instrument or blank paper I owned was either in my apartment or my car, and I was in Seabstian Kingsley’s car.
“Are you hungry?” Sebastian asked as he climbed back in the car.
“No,” I said immediately. My stomach growled, betraying me. He snorted. With the aching pain still in my foot and the emotional rollercoaster of a night I just survived, I didn’t have a comeback.
Sebastian pulled the car into the li
