Sebastian had never felt more out of place in his life.
The restaurant was the kind of place he used to walk past and never enter when he was still poor—white tablecloths, crystal glasses, low lighting, and a pianist in the corner playing something soft and expensive.
Then he had a chance to live a lavish life. This was a regular scene for him.
And now, he's back to being poor.
He was wearing a regular shirt. He kept tugging at his sleeves, wishing he could disappear.
He checked the time again.
Julian has not arrived yet.
Or maybe Julian was just making a point.
Sebastian swallowed hard and stared at the empty chair across from him. He’d chosen a table near the back, away from the windows, away from the people who looked like they belonged here.
But he’d swallowed his pride an
