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Devon smiled and nodded quickly. “Good. That sounds good, then. Well… We’re at my car, so I’ll see you then, I guess.”
Devon smiled and nodded quickly. “Good. That sounds good, then. Well… We’re at my car, so I’ll see you then, I guess.”
"Yeah, see you." He smiled, completely genuine. "Lunch, tomorrow around 1:00? Meet at the coffee shop and go somewhere else?"
“That sounds like a plan,” Devon said, giving him a grin. “Bye, Sebastian.”
(Skip?)
(Sure, to lunch?)
(Sure)
Sebastian scanned the street ahead for any sign of Devon’s car, feeling strangely anxious as he fidgeted with the drawstrings of his sweater. What if she’d dressed up? What if she thought this was a date? That would be immensely awkward…. I hope that doesn’t happen..
(And Devon is bringing her daughter, which should assure him that it’s not a date. Lol.)
A few minutes later, Devon pulled up to the cafe, parking nearby. She got out, smiling a bit when she saw Sebastian, and waved at him.
Oh, gosh… Why am I doing this? Why did I think bringing Layla would be a good idea?
Devon chewed on her lip as she gathered her things. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, and moved to the back of the car to grab Layla.
(Lol yeah)
Sebastian caught sight of Devon, and a smile lit up his face. He raised one hand to give her a wave and the other to tug the neckline of his sweater up, masking a bruise. Watching her go around to the back of the car, his brow furrowed as he caught sight of a tiny head. Was that a… child? Was that who she was bringing with? There was no one in the passenger seat..
Devon hefted Layla up and propped the toddler on her hip as she shut the door. She made her way over to Sebastian, blushing. Maybe it was too weird to bring her daughter. They hardly knew each other, after all.
When she reached Sebastian, she gave him a small smile. “Hey. How’re you?”
Don’t make her feel uncomfortable. Act natural. So what if she has a kid? It’s no reason to be a prick. Sebastian have her a friendly smile, bending down so that he was eye to eye with the tiny girl. “Hey, I’m good, you? And who’s this adorable girl?”
Layla bubbled with laughter and reached out to bap Sebastian’s nose. Devon chuckled a bit and moved her daughter’s arm down.
“This is Layla, my, um, daughter…” Devon introduced her softly, carefully avoiding his gaze by smiling at the toddler.
“Cool,” he replied, making sure to keep his tone casual. He didn’t want her to feel bad or weird, or had evidently been a leap of faith to bring her daughter with, and he respected that. “She’s adorable, congratulations. How old?”
“Thank you. She’s two as of January,” Devon said, kissing the girl on her forehead. The kiss earned her a giggle, and Layla snuggled closer to her mother.
With a small smile, Devon finally turned back to face Sebastian. “Anyway… I believe we had lunch plans?”
Two? Was she– Sebastian quickly cut the thought off, appalled at himself for his rudeness, even if it was only inside of his head. "Yeah, I believe we did. There's a place just a few streets down, the serve really good Thai food, if that's the sort of thing you like. Or we could go to this organic place?"
Devon chewed on her lip in thought for a moment before glancing at Layla. “I didn’t bring anything for Layla… That was really dumb of me, sorry. Um… Do you think the Thai place would have something mild for her?”
"It's no problem, and yeah, they've got plenty of stuff with no spice, plus a kid's meal. What is she allowed to eat?" Sebastian asked, stepping out of the way of a few pedestrians entering the coffee shop. "And we can probably just walk there from here, it's only a few minutes away and I don't know if you'd find parking any closer."
(Lol. Love the new user. ;P)
Devon nodded as she took the information in. “All right, how about we go there, then? And she can eat pretty much anything. I’ll jst have to make sure nothing is big or small enough for her to choke on.”
(lol thanks, I figured it was time for a Christmas-y change)
"Sounds like a plan." Sebastian's smile grew as he gestured in the direction of the restaurant. "Let's go, then."
“Yeah, let’s,” Devon agreed with a smile. She shifted Layla to her other side before muttering under her breath, “I should have brought the baby carrier…”
Sebastian heard, not realizing that the statement probably hadn't been meant for his ears. They began to walk, and he opened his mouth to make an offer. "I can hold her, if your arms get tired."
Devon’s eyebrows shot up, and she blushed at the offer. She hadn’t meant for him to hear that, so his offer threw her off.
“O-oh… Um. Sure. Yeah. That, uh. That’d be great. Thank you,” she stuttered, glancing over at him.
Afraid he'd said something wrong, Sebastian tentatively extended his hands towards the toddler, carefully balancing her in his arms. "No– No problem at all."
(I really don’t like cutting onions… I just had to cut a whole one, and my eyes still sting…)
Layla blinked up at the new person before she glanced at Devon. Her bottom lip poked out and started to wobble as tears formed in her eyes.
“Mommy!” she cried, reaching her arms out to Devon as she tried to wiggle away from Sebastian.
“No, baby. Mommy’s arms are tired, so Sebastian is going to hold you for now,” Devon said patiently.
Layla continued to pout at her for a few moments, then she turned her attention to Sebastian and looked at him curiously.
“‘Bahstin?” she said, blinking up at him before starting to giggle. “Bahstin!”
(big oof)
Sebastian smiled shyly, an almost dorky grin lighting up his face. Babies and children didn't usually take kindly to him, he hadn't expected Layla to actually like him. "Yeah," he said softly, "Bahstin. That's me."
Devon bit her lip as she glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, smiling softly. She was immensely glad that Layla had liked him so quickly, and that the toddler had decided not to throw a big fit.
“It looks like she likes you,” she mused, turning slightly to look at them.
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