Jul 22, 2020
button up red shirt, dress pants with a clean black belt, and his doc martins, sĂ©bastien excitedly danced around his apartment. he checked the fresh fish he got from the asian market. he put in the oven and waited. he looked up whenever he heard the door. he made his way over and opened the door.Â
“hello.” his french accent wavered in a happy tone as he swung the door open wider to allow the other passage into the apartment. “how are you? i hope that this wasn’t too hard for you to find.”Â
