Captives

TWO

 I took a shower.

Mostly just to pass the time. I didn't feel particularly grimy but I had worked a full shift before being taken, if memory serves. Sebastian is in there now, and I'm curled up on this ginormous bean bag. I always wanted one of these, I even remember looking at them in the store a while back...

How long has this person been watching me?

I shudder at that passing thought. It could just be a coincidence, these things are relatively popular. I think. I sigh, only finding my brain is discovering more unsettling things about this rather than anything helpful.

Plus, I have no clue if it's morning or night. Something about that lack of knowledge makes this all seem even more surreal. I'm not sleepy, though that could be because of the excitement of the situation rather than the time of day. Also, who knows how long I slept while under the influence of whatever drug was given to us.

I'm currently looking through a few books I've selected from the shelf. I'm not sure if I'll really be able to focus enough to delve into one, but I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to distract my mind for a little bit.

I hear the bathroom door open, looking up to see Sebastian walking out drying his hair.

Hot.

"That shower is impressive." He looks at me, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Yeah, it is." I give him a weak smile, some worry starting to settle in about this whole thing.

"So-" He tosses his towel into a hamper that's beside our clothes bins. "A bakery?" He asks, dropping down next to me on this huge bean bag.

It's vast enough that there is still space between us, Sebastian propping up on his elbow.

"Hm?" I'm distracted, rereading the back of one of these books.

"Your work." He elaborates.

"Oh-" I look at him and nod. "Yeah. Been there for a while. A high school friend's dad owns it, so they let me start right up whenever it opened."

"Cool." He's clearly just striking up conversation.

"You?" I ask, curious of his occupation.

"Café." He answers, glancing down with a small smirk.

It's like he's thinking of something that either amuses or pleases him. Not sure, I'm not a people person so I'm no good at reading them. I do, however, have perfectly well functioning eyes that can easily get lost in all of those attractive features of his. But when he looks up at me, I dodge his heartthrob eyes and pretend I'm still focused on the books.

"Only part time." He goes on about his work. "I'm in college too."

"Really?" I ask, looking at him again, a little taken off guard at the fact he's a student. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

One year older than me.

"Non-traditional student." He clarifies. "Went back after I realized a business degree might help me make a better salary."

"Might." I lift a shoulder in a shrug.

"Anti-college?" He assumes and I would respond but... those eyes!

It feels like I'm being submerged in the ocean they hold within them whenever he looks at me like that. There is such a hypnotic depth to them, it feels safe to be dragged down into the deep blue. Like I'd be able to breathe and float with ease. Like I'd be safe and protected. I've never seen eyes that can lure a person in like this. Lure me in. Were they made specifically for me, these better than ocean eyes?