As usual after her Monday class, Citrine was heading to the library when her phone buzzed.
A call from "Honey" lit up the screen. A small smile touched Citrine's lips as she calmly answered, her voice softening instinctively. "Hey, what's up?"
"Where are you? Why didn't you answer my text?" Sebastian Vesper's smooth, melodious voice drifted through the phone, a hint of a playful pout in his tone.
Citrine chuckled softly. "I just saw it. I don't have any more classes, so I was on my way to the library."
"I'm coming to join you," he declared.
Sensing he might be bored, she replied patiently, "You don't have to. It's fine, really. You'll just be bored."
"How could I ever be bored with you?" Sebastian countered. "Nothing's boring when I'm with you."
He pressed on, his voice taking on a coaxing quality. "No, no, I have to come. Just let me, okay? Please?" Then, afraid she'd refuse, he added quickly, "I promise I won't be a bother. I'll just sit quietly and watch you."
Citrine's lips curved into a grin. She could practically picture the puppy-dog eyes he was making. A soft laugh escaped her.
"Alright. I'll be waiting."
After hanging up, Citrine found a table in the library and saved a second seat.
About half an hour later, she felt someone slide into the chair beside her. She didn't even need to look to know who it was. Citrine turned, a gentle smile on her face, to meet the warm gaze of the man next to her.
Sebastian leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his expression full of adoration, "Don't mind me. Just do your thing."
As he spoke, his eyes never left her face.
Worried he'd get restless, Citrine picked out a novel from her stack and handed it to him. "Here, you can read this if you get bored."

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