“Chocolate it is,” she agreed. She trailed behind him a little awkwardly as he placed the order for the team, her box of donuts still balanced in his hands, ever the chivalrous one even after all this time. She still felt a natural sort of affection for Sebastian, something that would probably always linger, but it didn’t feel natural anymore to fall into step beside him. Times changed. They were adults now, but the change felt nice. “No, it’s for the house. No one but me really knows how to cook, and I didn’t feel like making breakfast with finals coming up soon, so–” She gestured to the box.
“Yeah, I did.” Gods, the kissing booth. “Thankfully my shift was short. The underclassmen were pretty eager to do most of it. I don’t think they get that it’s a dated, gross concept yet. I’ll let ‘em have their fun. Wait a minute, though, why are we even talking about a kissing booth right now? Hi, Mr. College Hockey Champion, that’s kind of incredible. Congratulations,” she told him, and the smile that spread all the way across her face was genuine, warm. “You’ve always been so talented, Seb, seriously. You guys deserve this. I’m really proud of you.”
“ You’re still the only one that cooks over there? ” Sebastian remarked, gesturing vaguely towards the Aphrodite house before taking a small bite of the brownie. It was good. ( He’s sure because it’s chocolate, and one could never go wrong with it. ) “ Not patient enough to teach some of your siblings basic cooking? ” He teased, realizing that Carly probably didn’t have the allotted time for it. Besides, they’re all adults, and it’s not on her if they couldn’t cook. “ Iker told me that the kissing booth was some rite of passage for the Dite freshers, ” he recalled, briefly thinking about his dear friend ( and, by extension, Carly’s brother ). Chuckling after hearing Carly’s praises, Sebastian mildly ducked his head. “ Thanks, Carly. Yeah, it was a lot of fun. The guys did a mega job. ” He couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic, walking next to Carly — she was there, too, during his early years, when he started to lean away from hockey, but she was one of the few that convinced him to see it through.
“ You didn’t go to Munich, no? ” He asked, trying to remember if he’s seen her or someone mentioned her name. He would know, that’s the thing, and Vincent would have said something. “ Didn’t see you at the bonfire either. You’re a busy bee these days, Carly. ”