...'Keep on liking him?'
The night breeze seemed to carry the lingering warmth of the day, blowing away the stifling heat.
As Sydney Sawyer watched, the person before her drew closer. His overlapping, blurry figure finally sharpened into a complete image of Sebastian Lockwood within her dark pupils.
"You... You are?"
"Finally recognize me?" Sebastian Lockwood looked down at her.
Sydney Sawyer pursed her lips and nodded earnestly. She reached out and poked his chest. "I... I know. You... You're that..."
"Who am I?"
"Scumbag!"
"..."
Sebastian Lockwood sighed helplessly and ruffled the top of her head. The corners of his lips curled up in a gentle, doting smile.
"Don't touch my head," Sydney Sawyer frowned, trying to swat his hand away.
"And why can't I touch your head?"
'This girl. Drunk off her mind, not recognizing anyone, and yet she's got quite a temper.'
