The receptionist knows me and has seen me countless times as I arrive and leave the building with Sebastian.
He exhales, a troubled expression crossing his face.
“She’s not been able to get inside the building until today, but she’s been lurking around in the area for some time now. Our doorman was taking a small break, and she slipped in. I’ll notify Mr. Bennet.”
Christ.
Is she a stalker?
She seemed determined that she knew Sebastian, but hell, that’s probably what any stalker would say.
If she’s an obsessive ex, she could probably just call him to get a hold of him, right?
Turning up at his building seems rather extreme.
“Okay. Thank you for taking care of him and his privacy,” I say before I head for the café.
When I get there, I order to-go, wanting to sit in the park across the street. The café is quiet, and as I wait for my order to be ready, I chew on my bottom lip, thinking back to the scene in the lobby.
What an absurd situation.
Something that started as me thinking I’d just witness a clingy ex quickly turned into something that seems a bit more serious.
Hopefully, Sebastian is all safe and will be able to deal with this.
When my name is called, I grab my coffee and cookie before I find myself a bench located under a grove of trees. The crisp autumn air leaves a fresh feeling in my lungs.
The leaves on the trees are turning darker, and I can’t wait for the next few weeks when they’ll be all different colours of brown, yellow, and orange.
Autumn is my favourite time of year. The perfect time to stay inside, cuddle up with a warm drink, and watch cosy movies.
I also love taking walks, feeling my cheeks turn cold as I breathe in the fresh air.
I sip my coffee, watching people walk by with their dogs, partners, and friends.
It’s crazy that I’m in London—and enjoying every minute of it. As it all happened so fast, I didn’t know what to expect of my time here.
How I would adapt and feel on a whole new continent and in a city I’ve never been to before.
For each day, I feel like I’m falling a little bit more in love: both with the city and the man who brought me here.
I sigh, thinking about Sebastian and that boundary between us.
My dear brother.
The reason I’ve met the man is also the hindrance between us at the moment.
Eventually, I head back to the apartment and work for a few hours.
When the clock strikes five, there is a knock on my door.
I open the door to Sebastian standing on the other side.
“Your stalking led you here?” I ask him, feeling the happiness spread through my body. My word choice makes that pit in my stomach appear again, thinking back to earlier today.
I wonder if the receptionist has told him about Ashley.
“Yes. Harriet is almost done with dinner. Come up with me?”
