Stella
I sit inside Sebastian’s car, my foot rapidly tapping the ground. He calmly sits beside me, a pair of expensive black sunglasses sitting on his face while he takes a sip of coffee from his cup. I look out of the windows, scanning the area for his familiar face and someone that fits the description Sebastian gave me.
“It’s going to be okay, Stella,” Sebastian coos, gently taking one of my hands in his. I look at him and he squeezes my hand. Reassurance floods my body with his kind gesture.
“I’m nervous,” I admit to him, watching as he takes his sunglasses off of his face.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” he casually says it with a shrug, setting down his to go coffee up. “I’m nervous too but it’s okay. I have your back and you have mine, that’s all that matters at the end of the day.”
