sebastian has a problem. the nice farmer is being a little too nice. maybe he's just overthinking it?
Sebastian doesn’t know why he can’t focus.
Well, he does. It's you. You aggravate him. You annoy him– always waltzing into his room asking if he needs anything. He doesn’t need anything, so why do you always give him gifts anyway? Sure, he appreciates his bowl of frozen tears (he made one into a necklace to wear, but you’d never see that.)
All of this would make sense as to why he can’t focus if you were there. Which you aren’t. He’s thinking about you when you’re not even near him, and you’re probably doing some stupid farmer stuff. Maybe tending to your chickens and cows, and maybe harvesting crops. Maybe even chopping wood with your sturdy arms.
He pauses and realizes something. He’s got a crush on you! The farmer! The stupid farmer who's nice to everyone– the stupid farmer who's always coming back from the mines nobody goes into with scratches and injuries galore—the stupid farmer who won the egg hunt over Abby somehow.
He can’t keep thinking about you right now, he has to work. Somehow, Sebastian can finish the rest of the page of code without thinking of you. Sort of. He thinks about how you don’t bother him when he’s working and how much he appreciates it. He stares at the analog clock on his desk–Five in the morning. He sighs and shuts off his computer, then takes off his hoodie to go to bed.
It’s Friday. That means it's time to get drunk and kick Sam’s ass at pool. Something's different this week, though. Sam and Abby are nursing their third beer of the night together and swaying to the music together.
Sebastian, however, is just staring at you. You had come in around twenty-odd minutes ago to give some eggs to Gus, but it seems you had been pulled into a drink or two with Pam. You’re laughing, and he’s staring like a creep. Sam and Abby sneak up on Sebastian and begin to tease him.
“You’re staring, Sebby,” Sam says while wrapping his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and squishing his cheek. “You like them,” he continues in a sing-songy voice.
“Shut up,” he groans and shrugs Sam’s hands off of him.
Abby then butts in, “He does, He does!” she giggles while pointing between you and Sebastian. Hopefully, you don’t see the two drunkards being well, drunk, he thinks. Sebastian looks up for a moment to stare at you and quickly meets your eyes. You were already staring at him. Oh no. Now you’re walking over. Abby and Sam are pushing him towards you and now–
“Hey,” he sways back and forth, looking everywhere but your face.
Theres a pause before you ask, “You kicked Sam’s ass again tonight?” followed by Sam grumbling something about ‘taking it easy today’.
“Ha. Um, yeah. Pool’s not exactly his strong point,” he said, still swaying back and forth on his toes. At some point, he finally meets your gaze.
“You’re not normally here on Fridays. Or any days, I think,” he commented while staring at you.
“I was dropping off like, a hundred eggs for Gus and got stopped by Pam. She convinced me to have a drink,” you shrug, looking away from his gaze. Almost as if you’re just as shy around him as he is around you. Which you definitely aren’t.
“That’s um, that’s cool,” he shrugged. You lightly smile at him for a moment.
“Can I show you something outside?” you ask. Sebastian shoos away Abby and Sam's “oohs” as he nods. You lead him outside of the saloon, both of your faces lit up by the streetlamps on the sidewalk. Sebastian really can’t help but stare. Suddenly, you’re reaching into your backpack and rummaging around, the clinks and clanks of your items and tools mashing together until he hears you say a little “aha!” and suddenly, a rainbow rock is out in your hands.
“It’s called a prismatic shard. Pretty rare,” you say, tilting it in the streetlights. Sebastian’s mouth is slightly open, like a little “o” for a moment before he shakes his head and stares up at you again.
“Here.” You grab his hand and put the shard in it. “Think of it as an early birthday gift?” you say, staring at him.
“My birthday isn’t until winter,” he responds, changing his focus from the prismatic shard to you and back to the prismatic shard. “Um, thank you.” you give him a light smile.
“Well, I’ve gotta head in for the night,” you respond. “I’ll see you?”
“Yeah,” he breathlessly says, “I’ll see you.”
When he goes back inside, Abby and Sam are gushing over the prismatic shard. They think it's a form of courtship. It couldn’t be, because you’re just the nice farmer who gives thoughtful gifts to everyone. That’s it.
credits to @saradika-graphics for the dividers <33
