Loveology
CHAPTER 342
You tuck your copy of Eleven Brides: Clover under your arm and head for South Square. South Square is a shopping district, but you wouldn't mind sitting on a bench somewhere to read.
A few moments later, you're searching the square for the perfect bench. Most are occupied, much to your chagrin. Your eyes wander over bench after bench, but one in particular draws your attention, not because it's empty, but because of who's sitting on it: none other than Sebastian himself. Oddly enough, you could swear he was drawing in a sketchbook. It hardly seemed like him, but you can't imagine he's doing much else with a pencil and an open book.
The only question is: would he appreciate you interrupting him?
You tuck your copy of Eleven Brides: Clover under your arm and head for South Square. South Square is a shopping district, but you wouldn't mind sitting on a bench somewhere to read.
A few moments later, you're searching the square for the perfect bench. Most are occupied, much to your chagrin. Your eyes wander over bench after bench, but one in particular draws your attention, not because it's empty, but because of who's sitting on it: none other than Sebastian himself. Oddly enough, you could swear he was drawing in a sketchbook. It hardly seemed like him, but you can't imagine he's doing much else with a pencil and an open book.
The only question is: would he appreciate you interrupting him?