Celeste's POV
My brow arches while looking at Sebastian. He looks tired, and yet he's dashing in those clothes, which are unfair.
How can he be this gorgeous even if he's tired? "That tired?" I joke, grinning. He laughs and shrugs his shoulder.
"I'm not really tired. I look like this because of stress. I'm worried you will spit the food I made. I even cook your favorite carbonara with fried breast chicken that is cut into small pieces," he explains. I laugh and look at him again.
I think he was really worried and stressed himself for trivial reasons. I'm not a picky eater anyway.
"I am a bitch, yes. But I know how to appreciate others' hard work. As long as you're doing your best for the person that you're with."
Sebastian looks at me weirdly, and a smile forms on his lips. His expression became relaxed and softer.
