I obviously don’t, but I like flirting with him. My social circle is basically limited to him here in London.
Sebastian:Cancel them.
Lily:So bossy.
Sebastian:You love it.
Yeah, I do.
Just as I’m heading out the door, my phone rings; it’s the Sunday catch-up call with the girls.
Shit. I forgot about that.
I text Sebastian that I will be up after my call, but they don’t need to wait for me.
I sit down on the couch, excited to talk to my girls and hear the latest developments.
Right away, Mira goes into a rant about the project and how she might have to stay in Texas for longer.
The project started well, but now, the team she’s following has been too busy for her, leaving her with less data than she needs.
When she raised the challenges, she was told she could stay longer.
“It’s just so frustrating. They agreed to this project, and now I feel like they’re pulling out on me halfway,” she says, pacing around her hotel room.
Not everyone has been as lucky as I have and has gotten their own apartment for this project.
Sebastian truly is the best host in every way.
“Maybe you can come to Australia. Help me out with the sailor,” Kait says.
She’s still not making much progress, which leaves her with similar challenges to Mira.
Not having enough data will make the writing more difficult, since our assignment is meant to build on it.
Wendy seems to be doing well, like me. I feel bad for Mira and Kait, though; school work is challenging enough as it is.
You don’t need your athletes giving you a hard time on top of that.
“And if I have to stay longer, our trip to the Caribbean may be ruined, or at least shortened!” Mira says.
Kait blows out a breath, probably seeing her well-planned proposals fly out the window.
“Yeah, maybe we have to wing it. I know you’re going to have a heart attack, Kait, but Australia does have nice hospitals, right?” I joke.
The others laugh, and I’m grateful to at least be able to put a smile on their faces even when they’re going through something stressful.
We decide to wait with booking anything.
Hopefully, things will work out for the girls, and we’ll be able to take our trip.
After saying our goodbyes, I make my way to Sebastian’s apartment.
Joseph is seated at the table, his head in his hands, groaning. He’s sporting a real good hangover.
I feel extra grateful for not drinking yesterday when I see his agony.
“A beautiful Sunday morning, isn’t it, Joseph?” I say, mocking him a little.
