āChocolate it is,ā she agreed. She trailed behind him a little awkwardly as he placed the order for the team, her box of donuts still balanced in his hands, ever the chivalrous one even after all this time. She still felt a natural sort of affection for Sebastian, something that would probably always linger, but it didnāt feel natural anymore to fall into step beside him. Times changed. They were adults now, but the change felt nice.Ā āNo, itās for the house. No one but me really knows how to cook, and I didnāt feel like making breakfast with finals coming up soon, soāā She gestured to the box.
āYeah, I did.ā Gods, the kissing booth.Ā āThankfully my shift was short. The underclassmen were pretty eager to do most of it. I donāt think they get that itās a dated, gross concept yet. Iāll letĀ āem have their fun. Wait a minute, though, why are we even talking about a kissing booth right now? Hi, Mr. College Hockey Champion, thatās kind of incredible. Congratulations,ā she told him, and the smile that spread all the way across her face was genuine, warm.Ā āYouāve always been so talented, Seb, seriously. You guys deserve this. Iām really proud of you.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Youāre still the only one that cooks over there? ā Sebastian remarked, gesturing vaguely towards the Aphrodite house before taking a small bite of the brownie. It was good. ( Heās sure because itās chocolate, and one could never go wrong with it. ) ā Not patient enough to teach some of your siblings basic cooking? ā He teased, realizing that Carly probably didnāt have the allotted time for it. Besides, theyāre all adults, and itās not on her if they couldnāt cook. ā Iker told me that the kissing booth was some rite of passage for the Dite freshers, ā he recalled, briefly thinking about his dear friend ( and, by extension, Carlyās brother ). Chuckling after hearing Carlyās praises, Sebastian mildly ducked his head. ā Thanks, Carly. Yeah, it was a lot of fun. The guys did a mega job. ā He couldnāt help but feel a little nostalgic, walking next to Carly ā she was there, too, during his early years, when he started to lean away from hockey, but she was one of the few that convinced him to see it through.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā You didnāt go to Munich, no? ā He asked, trying to remember if heās seen her or someone mentioned her name. He would know, thatās the thing, and Vincent would have said something. ā Didnāt see you at the bonfire either. Youāre a busy bee these days, Carly. ā