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You were just trying to buy one. Just one. But your finger slipped and suddenly you had two pizzas in your inventory.
With a stifled groan, you thank Gus and walk out of the saloon. He bids you goodbye, “Stay cool out there, Farmer!” You leave him with a smile.
There goes a couple hundred gold down the drain. Unless! It would be a great gift for someone who loves it. And whose house were you nearby but Sam’s. With newfound genius, you cross over the brick path with a bounce in your step.
It’s just past lunch time so you catch him hanging out with Sebastian.
“Dang it.” You mutter, shifting the pizza out of direct sight.
They pause what they were doing, hearing the door open.
“Oh hey Farmer! What brings you into my little part of town?” Sam greets with a pearly white smile. His fingers mindlessly pluck the electric strings.
“Just wanted to stop by.” A nervous laugh spills out.
Sebastian stays quiet, eyes locked onto the keyboard. Sam gives him a hardy pat on the back.
“Don’t be shy, Seb.”
He clears his throat, “Hey.” It’s still raspy.
You thin your lips in order to counter the grin working through them. “Hey.” You reply.
“We were just about to practice! You can stay if you’re not busy.” Sam bids. You shrug, taking a seat on his unmade bed. It moves under you, the mattress jumpy.
The next hour passes with Sebastian sneaking quick glances your way. Sam’s hair is everywhere and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over his brow. His cheeks are flushed and his smile never leaves. Sebastian steps back from the keys, leaning against the wall. His hands slip into his hoodie pockets.
“That was great, man!” Sam takes the guitar off, hanging it back on the wall. “Thanks for hanging around Farmer! Whatcha think?”
You tilt your head, nodding. “You work really well together.”
“Nice,” He turns around to adjust the guitar. It’s hanging weird. While he’s looking away, you look over to Sebastian.
“What are you doing here?” He mouths. You throw your hands in the air.
“What are you doing here?” You mouth back. He frowned, shaking his head.
“I’m always here on Saturdays.”
Sam looks back before you can say anything.
“Oh, before I head out.” You pull out the pizza from where it was sitting behind you. It’s still hot inside the box. “I accidentally got two pizzas at the saloon. Here, it’s for you.” You hand it to Sam.
“Dude this is my favorite! Thanks!” He gives you a tight hug. Over his shoulder you can see Sebatian’s face. Raised brow and all. You step away from Sam and put on a polite smile.
“Of course! I should be going by now.” You wave bye, “See you around.”
Seb gives small parting words, “See you.”
Hours have passed. Crops are watered and the animals have been tended to. If you leave now, you’ll make it right before Robin locks up. Pulling out what you needed from the chest, you begin your way up to the mountains.
Getting there ten minutes before was definitely cutting it close. There’s no one behind the counter and you bypass everyone else. You take the stairs down two at a time. His door is open and you barge through, shutting it quickly behind you.
He looks up from behind his screen, “Hello to you too.”
“Here.” You place the sashimi on his desk. Out of breath, your hands rest on your knees, “For you.”
He tries hiding his smile. “What, did you sprint here or something?”
You shoot him a sharp glare, “Maybe. You're welcome by the way.”
His eyes flicker to the dish. “Thank you. You already know I love sashimi.” He sees your messed up hair and dirty overalls. “Go sit down, little Farmer.”
“I still don’t like it when you call me that.” You mumble, walking over to his table. There’s a left over game board with all the little players in their places. The dice rolled to random numbers. You pick them up, shaking them in your hand.
“But it’s true.” He muses, leaving his desk to sit on his bed. “So,” His tone changed. “Is this apology sashimi?”
You scoff, “What am I apologizing for?”
He leans forward, keeping silent.
“Sebastian, it really was an accident and I didn’t want the pizza to go to waste.” You blow stray hair from your face. Maybe taking a quick shower would’ve been a good idea.
“I love pizza too.” His attempt to make you feel guilty. Your eyes narrow.
“No you don’t.”
He sighs, “Fine. You’re right.”
“Oh-” You lift a hand to cover your mouth. “Are you jealous?”
Blood rushes to his face, “I could never be jealous.” He stands his ground.
“Really? Because I think this reaction is very similar to jealousy.” Might as well take this as an opportunity to tease him.
“Well, it’s not.”
You move closer, “Plus you know I’m not into blondes.”
He nudges your shoulder back, “Shut up.” His smile makes it sound affectionate.
“You know,” You look down, “this would be a lot easier if we just told everyone about us.”
He shakes his head, “Not yet. I don’t want to deal with the town’s reaction.”
“Okay,” You nod. It’s compliant. You’re tired of treading around everyone. You’re happy to be with Sebastian and you wouldn’t mind if everyone else was too. But you understand his worries and choose to go along with it because you two know you’re together. What else could you need?
“Come on, little Farmer.” He lifts your head to look in his eyes. “It won’t be much longer.” He pats the bed beside him. “Sit next to me.”
You rustle, mumbling, “I’m not the cleanest.”
He grabs your arm to pull you out of the chair, “I don’t care.” You sit next to him. His hand reaches up, pulling a thin stick from your hair.
You laugh, “That’s so embarrassing.”
He shrugs, “I like seeing you all worked up.” Straightening, he adds, “I mean, how you look after working.” He groans, “That sounded stupid. Nevermind.”
“Stop biting your tongue. I want to hear your thoughts.”
“You can’t just read them?” He asks, astounded. You roll your eyes. “It’s just a bad habit,” He continues, softer. “But I’ll try to be better at it. At talking. For you.”
You smile, “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow?” His eyes widened.
“You’re leaving already?”
“It’s like midnight!”
“So?” He pushes, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His fingers are soft. Too soft. You reach up and lock your fingers in his. Giving a firm squeeze.
You get up, knowing that if you don't now he’ll get you to stay for too long. “Goodnight Sebastian.”
He laughs, “Night, little Farmer.”