âChocolate it is,â 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 didnât feel natural anymore to fall into step beside him. Times changed. They were adults now, but the change felt nice. âNo, itâs for the house. No one but me really knows how to cook, and I didnât feel like making breakfast with finals coming up soon, soââ She gestured to the box.
âYeah, I did.â Gods, the kissing booth. âThankfully my shift was short. The underclassmen were pretty eager to do most of it. I donât think they get that itâs a dated, gross concept yet. Iâll let âem have their fun. Wait a minute, though, why are we even talking about a kissing booth right now? Hi, Mr. College Hockey Champion, thatâs kind of incredible. Congratulations,â she told him, and the smile that spread all the way across her face was genuine, warm. âYouâve always been so talented, Seb, seriously. You guys deserve this. Iâm really proud of you.â
    â Youâre still the only one that cooks over there? â Sebastian remarked, gesturing vaguely towards the Aphrodite house before taking a small bite of the brownie. It was good. ( Heâs sure because itâs chocolate, and one could never go wrong with it. ) â Not patient enough to teach some of your siblings basic cooking? â He teased, realizing that Carly probably didnât have the allotted time for it. Besides, theyâre all adults, and itâs not on her if they couldnât cook. â Iker told me that the kissing booth was some rite of passage for the Dite freshers, â he recalled, briefly thinking about his dear friend ( and, by extension, Carlyâs brother ). Chuckling after hearing Carlyâs praises, Sebastian mildly ducked his head. â Thanks, Carly. Yeah, it was a lot of fun. The guys did a mega job. â He couldnât help but feel a little nostalgic, walking next to Carly â 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.
    â You didnât go to Munich, no? â He asked, trying to remember if heâs seen her or someone mentioned her name. He would know, thatâs the thing, and Vincent would have said something. â Didnât see you at the bonfire either. Youâre a busy bee these days, Carly. â