❄ Sebastian ❄
Saturday morning looked like a lie.
Everford winter usually came with grey skies and dirty snow piles, but that morning the sun broke through in a way that made the world look softer. Snow glittered on rooftops. The air was cold, clean, and bright. The kind of day people posted about as if it meant something.
I wanted it to mean something.
Camille stood in my kitchen with her hair tied back, wearing one of my hoodies and thick socks, holding a mug of coffee like she had decided she could relax for exactly one morning. Her face was calmer than it had been all week. Less work tension. Less disappointment. Still guarded, but lighter.
That alone felt like a victory.
The plan was simple. A date at the park. A proper one. No restaurant reservations to be ruined. No client eme
