Rose had no idea how to feel. Ever since the first time she talked to Sebastian, he had been the same. A constant state of mystery, or that’s how she chose to see it. Now, he was different. He had no memory of her. It was a blessing and a curse. She had her moments when she wasn’t the best girlfriend to him, and he sure as hell had his moments. The one thing that was for sure was that part of her would always love him. Part of her wished he would’ve never run into her so he could’ve had a clean start with this no memory thing, but when she looked into his eyes she couldn’t deny wanting to spend time with him. Her memory flashed back to their first date. How happy she was…how in love she was, how no date had ever topped it. Not even one with Lottie. Losing his memory of the past year meant he lost that-knowing Rose had been married. To a woman. But to her memory, he was bisexual also. Because a long, long, time ago, she’d kissed the boy Sebastian slept with right before this first date. It was ironic, and funny, and Rose laughed at how much she had changed as she did her makeup.
Nervously she drove over to his new place wondering what it looked like. They had been roommates on the cruise ship, so she knew his style for the most part. Rose walked up to the front door, pacing back and forth before she walked in. “Hi,” she smiled softly. As she walked in, she was completely silent. Her bag just dropped to the floor and she looked around, seeing the layout. If he didn’t remember, he didn’t do it on purpose. “T-This…this is exactly how our first date was set up. Exactly,” she repeated as she looked at the bottles.
Sebastian’s face dropped once he heard her speak. “Are you sure? I mean, of course you’re sure-- ignore me,” he rambled to himself, shaking his head. He could hardly believe that he had subconsciously set up the same date as before. “I just thought it might have been something you liked. Wait, you liked it the first time, right?” he smirked and winked at her. Although he was still in slight shock, he decided to play it off. Losing his memory gave him insane anxiety when thinking about, what he calls, ‘his blackout’. Shaking his head in disbelief once more, he walked over to the fort, holding it open and signalling for her to get in. “Ladies first.”
Once they were both in the tent, he felt nervous. His stomach had been invaded by a swarm of butterflies, or so it felt that way. Was he this nervous the first time? He figured that he must have been, if not more. He decided to be grateful that they bumped into each other-- he now had a second chance to get to know her. Maybe it would work out, maybe he could redo everything that he messed up before. Maybe it would be a mistake, maybe they’d remain just friends. Before getting too lost in his own thoughts, he poured out two glasses of wine, passing the other one to Rose. As he took his first sip, he glanced over towards her, marveling at her beauty. The darkness of her hair seemed to make her green eyes stick out more. The light from the nightlights made her skin glisten. “Wow,” he blurted, thinking out loud. Embarrassed, he blushed and looked down, forcing a small smile. “I didn’t mean to-- you just look really.. really beautiful.”
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