❄ Camille ❄
By Friday morning, the whole office had noticed. Sebastian had been asking me to join him for lunch all week. Every day. No excuses. No disappearing. Just him leaning on my doorframe around eleven fifty-five and pretending it wasn’t a big deal.
Tina treated it like a sport.
“Daily date,” she had whispered the first time, then made kissy faces until I threatened to delete her access to the booking system. It shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. Because it felt like proof. Small, stupid proof that he could show up when he wanted to. That the word 'boyfriend' wasn’t just something he had said to stop me from leaving him for good. Today, or more importantly, tonight was supposed to be the bigger proof.
Oak Steakhouse. Six o’clock.
Our first public dinner as a couple. As I got
