C69 For Vivian

SEBASTIAN

I sat on the edge of the couch, my leg bouncing as I kept glancing at the clock.

Two minutes late. Not that I was counting…okay, I was, but only because I couldn’t wait to see her.

This was, what, our tenth time meeting? And yet, the butterflies in my stomach still showed up every single time.

I leaned back, rubbing my palms together. Tonight was the night