Of all the Coffee Shops in the World Ā || Seblaine
Sebastianās eyes grew wider as Blaine continued on, the smile on his face seeming to be a fraction of the enjoyment he was getting out of this. The taller man whistled low,Ā āIāll be damned. Ā Now this sounds like a show I really must see.ā Ā It was easy, in that moment to let his eyes travel down Blaineās body and back up again, the way they had countless times before when they were teenagers. Ā āHave you started your run yet, or are you in rehearsals?ā Ā he asked.
āI like that Iām doing something artistic with my life.ā Sebastian mused. Ā āI always seemed to have a lot of pressure from my father to follow in his footsteps, but he actually was okay with me going into photo journalism, which was shocking.ā Ā He took another sip of his coffee, finishing it off. Ā āHave you been here since high school then? Ā Living the fast and furious life of NYC?ā
āStill in rehearsals,ā Blaine said, though he was very clearly proud of the reaction he received from Sebastian, and he didnāt miss the way heād looked at him, either. If he was completely honest, he would have loved to see the other manās reaction to his performance - would love if he came at all.Ā āBut we will be starting pretty soon. I would love for you to come and see it when we open. In fact, the first few rows have a pretty interesting view of it.ā
Blaine could agree that it was rather shocking that Sebastianās father was okay with him going into photo journalism. Not that the two of them were ever close enough to be discussing things like that with each other, but he knew enough to know that his father was rather strict on him; not all too unlike Blaineās own.Ā āItās good to hear that he was okay with it. You should be able to follow your own path without worrying what your family would think of it,ā he hummed.Ā āYes, I have. This place is home to me now, and Iām very pleased to be able to call it that.ā















