❄ Sebastian ❄
Camille walked beside me like we were normal as we headed to the café. It felt wrong. We weren’t snapping at each other. We weren’t being cold to one another. We just walked in silence. She kept her pace steady as she held on tightly to her coat to block out the chilly breeze. We crossed the street to a small café that smelled like burnt espresso and cinnamon. Camille chose a table in the corner away from the windows. It was quiet. Private. Strategic.
Of course.
We ordered quickly. She got soup and bread. I got black coffee and a sandwich I didn’t want. When we sat down, she wrapped her hands around her mug like she needed heat more than anything else. Maybe she was looking for warmth and comfort to get her through this conversation. That thought didn’t make me feel very g
