>Sebastian
Lynlee stood to the side of the elementary school gym, chatting with Sylvia. Sylvia smiled smugly at all of us. She worked really hard to make sure these events were a success, and they weren’t all bad.
It was my first time seeing Lynlee since the plane to Seattle. She never made it to the hotel or the game. A picture of her popped up in the group chat a few days after our return home, but she was leaving the building. Seguin even mentioned she hadn’t been returning his messages.
She wasn’t dressed in anything outrageous today. Even her hair was just up in a bun. I was looking at her too much. I knew I was looking at her too much, but she seemed determined not to look at me. My head was a mess.
When our eyes finally met across the room, I decided that all I needed was
