A New Kind of Love.

Part 11

SEBASTIAN POV.

-7pm-

I took Abigail out to eat in a restaurant I searched up earlier. I didn't know much about New York, and I also wasn't too enthusiastic to go on a date. Therefore, I didn't put much thought to it. " Sebastian- how's everything going at the company? Your father told me about it", I look up at Abigail, she fidgets with her napkin.

I notice she's just as bored as I am so I decide to be blunt with her. " Abigail my dad wanted us to have a date. I'm not interested. I can tell you're just as bored as I am", she nervously gulps furrowing her eyebrows. Her small nose scrunches up.

" I'm sorry- I didn't want to be the one to say it", she giggles. "Thank god- do you want to maybe just go get some drinks?" I request.

" We can go to mine- I have a big bar", she suggests. " Yeah sure- we can finish this food up first", I raise my eyebrows at her hinting. She laughs, nodding.

~~~~ Abigail's ~~~~~

We finish dinner faster than expected, we make it to Abigail's place. It's a small luxury apartment , enough space for a single person or couple. Whichever two. I can't help but stare at the art hung up on the wall I poke around and quickly realize the paintings are much deeper than at first glance.

" Are these your paintings?" I stand in front of a painting with a sunset in the back, colliding with the rain, I scratch my face as I absorb all its beauty.

" Some of them are- some my mother painted. She was an amazing painter", she stands right next to me, hands on her hip. " My mother was a great painter- I doubt most of my skills because of her. She was truly one of a kind artist", she looks down at her heels drifting away from the convo, like she's zoning out.

" Well honestly, all of these paintings are truly gorgeous. You have a nice hand", I turn over to look at her , her head shoots up and a smile creeps up on her face. " You think so?" Her voice faints, looking for approval. I can't help but find it cute, but yet sad.

" Yeah for sure. I'm not a very artistic person but this- caught my eye", I raise my eyebrows at her trying to pull her back into the conversation. She cocks her head at me, smiling for a bit, trying to figure out if I'm being honest or not.

"I've thought about selling some. So much money that I have but selling my paintings would make me feel like I'm doing something I love to earn it", she walks over to her bar, blankly stating. She picks up a glass and pours up some whiskey, she hands it to me and her fingers graze against my skin. She looks up at me and smiles.

" I would buy your painting. Do it. It's a great idea", I interrupt. She looks at me in awe.

" God- you're such a great guy- I've met a lot of men , none of them were as sweet as you", she brings her glass of champagne to her lips and cautiously stares at me. I awkwardly smile at her.

She attempts to walk over to the bar and accidentally steps under the rug where her heels gets stuck, she tumbles over but luckily I grab her on time before she can fall. My hands smoothly wrap around her slim body, I carefully let her fall onto the couch, making me almost fall on top of her body. I catch myself. She laughs, I look down at her and catch myself laughing with her.

" Oh god- that was scary , wasn't it?" She ironically hints. I catch her English accent and I'm kind of awed by it. " Your accent- I hadn't heard it before", I stare into her bright blue crystal eyes. She coyly stares at me, her eyes glimmer. I shyly look away from her smiling.