(I am eating my first quesadilla since I stopped eating gluten and dairy… It’s okay. It needs sour cream.)
“Sure! I’ll take the cat, then. It’s my lucky piece, anyway,” Devon joked as she set the box down on the table. She sat beside it and started to set the game up.
(Oh oof
Sour cream is amazing)
Sebastian helped as best he could, but he mostly just got in the way. Setting his figure down on the ‘START’ square, he grinned. “Get ready to lose.”
(Lol. Yeah.)
“Pfft. Sure. Whatever you say,” Devon chuckled.
(Skip?)
(Sure, to when?)
(End of the game?)
(Sure, who won? Also G’morning!)
(Morning!
Um… Sebastian?)
(How are you?
Sure lol
Want me to start?)
(I'm okay. Just got my phone taken away again. So that's awesome.
I mean, I get it, but the reason that I did what I did was because I was tired and ticked off from work… And all I did was start math an hour late.
And yes, please.)
(Aw, that’s sucks sorry)
Sebastian blinked incredulously at the board. “I won? I— won?” He stared at the cards in his hands, face breaking into a grin. “No way.”
(Yeah… It's awesome…
Anyway, how're you?)
Devon sighed and handed him the rest of her money. "Congrats, Sebastian. Looks like you did beat me," she said, giving him a small smile.
She had enjoyed the game, honestly. It was nice to spend time with him to play it, even though she wasn't quite sure why she enjoyed his company so much. Whatever the reason, she was just happy he hadn't been scared off the first time he saw Layla…
(I’m good, just finished a great book)
“I actually can’t believe this.” He glanced up at her, wide-eyed. “Did you rig this? I’ve never won any games before.”
(Cool! That's always fun.
Wanna know something weird? I'm going to legally be an adult in a month…)
"No, I didn't rig it," Devon chuckled. "You actually won. Good job."
(Oof, I wish you good luck)
He picked up his little Scottie dog, raising it to the light. “Wow, this thing just be magical, then.”
(It's so weird… Like… Idek how to describe it…)
"Ah, yes. I forgot. We played my magic game of monopoly. Each piece has a separate ability. The dog's is luck. He gives you more of a chance of getting good streets and Chance cards," Devon joked with a small grin. "The cat's is stealth; she just helps you get more money, really."
(Oof yeah)
Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully, shoving at her shoulder. “Ha ha.”
Devon chuckled and started to put the game away before glancing back up at him. "Did you want to play again, or should I put it away?" she wondered.
“I’ll help you out put it away,” he told her, moving to place his Scottie dog back in the box. In doing so, his hand accidentally brushed Devon’s.
Devon flinched a little at the contact but didn't say anything as her heart rate skyrocketed. He wasn't going to purposefully touch her in any way, which she knew. What she didn't know was why she felt almost disappointed by the thought.
Get yourself together, Devon. You are friends, and that is all you will ever be. You should be grateful of that. Being touched by a man shouldn't be something you want after what you went through.
She blinked at her thoughts as she silently helped Sebastian with the game. What was going on with her lately?
Sebastian’s heart stumbled over its next few beats, and his hands fumbled on the lid of the box. He swallowed, blinking multiple times in a failed attempt to clear his foggy head— what on earth was happening to him?
Devon cleared her throat as she picked the box up. "I'll, um, be right back," she said softly, feeling her neck and face starting to heat up.
She stood and made her way to the hall closet where the games were and put the box away. Sighing, she closed the door, leaned against the wall, and rubbed at her face. Whatever was going on with her, it needed to stop. He certainly didn't like her that way, and that was good. Right? She wasn't ready for a relationship ship yet. Right…?
Sebastian stared down at his hands after she’d left, clenching and unclenching them. Good going. You absolute idiot. He raised one of his fists, inhaled sharply, and punched himself in the face. Hard. Then, he pushed himself to his feet and went after Devon.
Devon glanced up and pushed herself off the wall at the sound of footsteps. She glanced toward the entrance, chewing on her lip a bit.
She was overreacting. He'd just barely brushed his hand against hers. It wasn't the end of the world. Plus, it hasn't felt bad, it hasn't hurt on the slightest. And he seemed to genuinely want to not hurt her.
He rounded the corner finally, and her eyes widened slightly. "Sebastian… What happened to your face?" she whispered, seeing the red mark.
Sebastian’s acting skills immediately kicked in, and a confused expression contorting his features. “What…? Devon, are you alright? I’m sorry for what happened in there—“
Devon shook her head quickly, chewing on her lip with her eyebrows furrowed as she took in the sight of the red mark. "It's fine, don't worry about it," she said almost absentmindedly as she stepped closer to him. "What happened?"