CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SEBASTIAN’S POV
The only way I could some my evening was by calling it amazing. If someone had told I would one day be buddies with George f*****g Pitson without feeling my temperature rising, I would have straight out laughed on their faces. Yet, here I was, sitting in a café with a cocktail smoothie in my hand while my gaze remained pinned on George talking about something with Ty.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He questioned, looking up. He was merely amused judging by the expression on his face.
“I’m just relishing the moment and taking advantage of the peace and-“
“Oh s**t!” He suddenly cussed, looking beyond me. On impulse, I turned around and straight in my line of sight, trying to get through the door of the café all at once were what I assumed to be a
