Sebastian noticed the gaze behind him.
He spoke softly, "When I was in my twenties, I lived abroad on my own for a while. Learned it back then."
Elaria didn't press for details.
The whole situation between them was vague and messy. One night didn't mean anything, and she had no plans to bare her heart to him. She was tired right now and didn't feel like picking a fight.
The pasta Sebastian made was actually pretty good-Elaria finished most of it.
Then she kicked him out.
As he left, his gaze lingered on her, deep and calm. "I'll swing by again tomorrow."
Elaria thought he was joking. Guy runs a company with over twenty thousand employees-there's no way he's got this kind of free time. But the next evening, when she got home from the gallery, her apartment lights were
