Sebastian woke up the next day with his 6:00 am alarm clock. Back on schedule. He rolled out of bed and immediately went into the bathroom to shower. He was slow moving today, but eventually he climbed out of the shower, towel around his waist.
He walked leisurely back to his bedroom, rubbing another smaller towel into his hair in hopes of helping it dry faster. He stood at his closet quickly pulling out a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt to wear during his workout this morning.
During the extent of his time getting ready all he could think about was how he wished eight o'clock tonight would be here faster. He couldn't wait to start his and Rylee's evening together. After much contemplation he had finally settled on what he wanted to try to do tonight, so he was feeling restless and antsy.
He picked up his duffel bag and made his way down to the lobby.
"Good morning, Mr. Stan."
"Morning Shawn, how's Chloe been feeling?" Sebastian loved hearing about other's families and lives. He had always felt that simple statements and questions can go a long way with relationships, so that's what he always strived for. He enjoyed asking Shawn about his wife. She seemed sweet, though they had never met.
"Oh, she's great, sir. She hit 34 weeks today! Little Chloe junior is already giving us a run for our money though.
"On no!" Sebastian laughed. "Well you both will for sure be amazing parents. Hopefully I can meet the little peanut soon!"
"Oh you know I'll bring her in to show off and brag." He chuckled. "Luckily though, Jim and Paul are helping to cover my shifts when the time comes, but don't worry. I'll be back." He winked.
Shawn was mainly the night shift doorman, while Paul and Jim usually stick with the late morning and afternoon shifts. He liked Jim and Paul, but knew more about Shawn and related to him more as they were around the same age.
"You better, you know you're my favorite, man!" Sebastian walked backwards, pointing at him, chuckling. "Have a good day, I'll see yah later!"
Shawn laughed in return, "See yah, Mr. Stan!"
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Sebastian went through the motions of his day. Two or so hours at the gym, coffee from Round Corner Cafe, home to shower, look over scripts and emails, and hopefully that would carry him into the late afternoon. Luckily, he had Rylee to text throughout the day to help keep him motivated. Yet when he thought about her, all he could think about was how her lips felt on his. How soft and eager they were. Ugh this day was going to take an eternity. He ran his hands through his hair tugging on the ends as he placed his elbows on his desk, staring down at his most current script. Almost there...
He somehow survived and made it to 7:00. He started getting ready putting on a pretty casual outfit, just as he had recommended earlier in the day to Rylee when she asked for a dress code. He slid into a pair of dark wash jeans and a light blue shirt. He also decided to put on a plain black baseball hat in hopes for some anonymity for the evening, finishing his outfit with black nikes.
He made his way out the door around 7:30, loaded up his car and started driving towards Rylee's place. Why was he so damn nervous? They literally made out for God knows how long on her couch last night. You'd think that would make tonight easier, but for some reason he was feeling extra pressure.
He eventually made it through the usual New York traffic and parked outside Rylee's apartment at around 7:50. The sun was beginning to set across the city skyline, leaving a beautiful orange glow over the streets. He realized he was early but he would rather die than be a second late.
He decided to just go in, and was surprised that he was much more openly welcomed by her doorman today. She must've told him I was coming. He thought.
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