❄ Camille ❄
Sebastian picked me up at six on the dot. Not a minute before. Not a minute after. I watched from my window as his car slid into my parking lot, clean and steady, headlights cutting through the wet winter air. My stomach did that annoying thing it kept doing lately, tight, warm, nervous. Or as my sister would point out: butterflies. Lucinda hovered in the kitchen with a mug of tea.
“You look like you are going to a job interview,”
“It’s a date,” I corrected as I tugged my coat on.
“A date with your sworn enemy,” she added, her eyes bright. I shot her a look.
“Don’t start," Lucinda smiled like she couldn’t help herself.
“I’m proud of you,"
“For what?” I muttered as I grabbed my bag.
“For wanting something,” she replied, softer. “Even when it scares you," I didn’t answ
