Tonight in Meridia, the summer wind was warm, and the city lights cast a gentle glow.
He… found a girl?
Chester Sawyer's heart lurched. 'Is my favorite ship about to sink? That can't happen!'
He fiddled with his phone, feigning nonchalance as he probed, "What kind of girl makes a deep impression on you? Was it the treatment that was so memorable, or is she just gorgeous?"
"Her…" Sebastian let out a low chuckle, his voice tinged with an inexplicable fondness. "She's… very special."
Chester frowned. 'This is bad!' he thought.
'It doesn't matter if a guy calls a girl pretty or kind. But calling her special? That means she's in a league of her own!'
He looked down at his phone and started rapidly texting Sydney Sawyer:
[Sis, we have an unprecedented crisis!]
But the messages he sent were met with radio silence.
**
The Back-Alley Bar
