I was lost in thought when I saw Sebastian as soon as I climbed the stairs. He'd been coming to my office a lot recently, which had made the leadership nervous, thinking they were about to be bought out.
"Something wrong?"
I pulled out my keys to unlock the door and then realized that Sebastian still hadn't returned his spare key. But then again, if he had a key, why was he standing out there acting so pitiful?
I opened my palm. "Return my key."
Sebastian pressed his lips together, silent.
What's the matter? Wasn't he usually so talkative at the office?
"I heard Zanen's been picking you up lately. Have you made up your mind?"
"Made up my mind about what?"
The hallway lights flickered, splitting his black suit pants into sections.
"Made up your mind about being with him, I mean?"
I stood at the door, watching him, and suddenly got a wicked idea.
Sebastian looked all high and mighty, but he was just another overworked, corporate slave.
After a full day of work, he stood in front of a subordinate's door, holding a laptop and briefcase, speaking in a humble tone, which made me feel like... I really wanted to bully him a little.
I lifted my chin at him, neither admitting nor denying anything. "What do you want to say?"
During the time he pretended to be Lucas, I often saw this expression on his face. The boundary was breaking, the person torn apart and remade. Sebastian licked his lips. "So, should I keep being the third wheel?"
I tightly gripped my thigh, barely holding back a laugh.
"What?"
"Is that a problem?"
I turned around, opened the door, changed my shoes, and turned on the lights.
Sebastian took off his red-bottom shoes and followed behind me, tidying up.
"Why do you think you can?"
Interns need six months before they can get a full-time offer, and there's even competition for positions. If he can just step in, then what am I?
A naïve, generous sponsor? I don't have that kind of money.
I sat on the couch, watching him. "Zanen has a great physique, Lucas can cook, what about you, what can you do?"
Sebastian had always lived a life of luxury. Every time we went to the supermarket, he would head straight for the deli section.
Sure enough, when the topic came up, he fell silent.
I turned around to look for food in the kitchen. When I looked back, I found Sebastian was undressing. Wait, don't we have cameras in this house?! What is he trying to do?
I pressed him back down. Sebastian looked down at me.
"Are we doing it... on the couch?"
I really wanted to crack open Sebastian's skull to see if the drugs that were slipped to me that night somehow transferred into his brain.
"Sebastian, what exactly do you want?"
"I've been busy lately, but I started working out. Aren't you curious to see?"
I sighed, almost doubting that he was the same Sebastian I knew. I helped him put his clothes back on.
"Sebastian, I was in a relationship for six years last time. You have to give me some time."
Sebastian came up behind me. "If you don't want to have a relationship with me, I'm fine."
What did that mean?
Before, I thought Sebastian and Lucas were teaming up to mess with me, so I kept humiliating him, treating him like a secret lover.
Now that everything's out in the open, I realize I should have been done with him a long time ago. As I helped him put on his clothes, my eyes were drawn to the red marks on his collarbone.
I don't like leaving marks on my body, but Sebastian was different. I used to kiss that spot. I rubbed at it, but it wouldn't come off.
Sebastian turned his face away, and the veins on his collarbone stretched all the way to his jawline.
"It's a tattoo, can't scrub it off."
I...
Sebastian closed his shirt. "Now you'll never lose track of me."
When Lucas was most head over heels in love, the most he did was tie a red string around his wrist.
I traced the spot of his tattoo in circles, and a tiny part of my heart slowly became wet, spreading out.
"What could I possibly want with you?"
Sebastian looked down at me. "Even if there's nothing, you can still find me."
I lowered my head and kissed the spot on his collarbone.
"There is something. Please make me a full-time boyfriend."
---
The day Sebastian became a full-time boyfriend, I went to the mall to help him pick out a ring.
Just as I was about to pay, a stranger rushed up and handed the clerk a bank card.
"Choosing a ring, are you getting married?"
I followed his gaze, raised my head, and pushed the card back to him.
"Sorry, sir, but this ring is for my boyfriend." The stranger's face immediately froze.
Sebastian wrapped his arm around me and we left. On the way to pay, he eagerly slipped the ring stand of a full-time boyfriend on his finger.
"Is that your friend?"
"I don't know him."
"Then I know him even less."
My face blindness still hadn't improved, but I could still spot the person I loved in a crowd at a glance.
And the person I love will always wait for me in places I can see.
As for the rest, let them love whoever they want.
Love is in the heart, not just in the eyes.
