"Sebastian Frost, are you feeling jealous?" Olivia teased, a playful glint in her eye as she observed Seb, who was cheerfully distributing the flowers she had received from James just the day before. Despite their pristine appearance, Seb insisted they were wilting and should be given away instead of being carried home. She couldn't resist poking fun at him, especially when he seemed so preoccupied with those.
Seb cast her a glance at that and finally when the flowers had been distributed among the last of the nursing staff, he looked up and and gave her a tight lipped smiled, "Lets go, Olivia! Our bags are already in the car. Lets go."
