Fiona's POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the massive windows of Sebastian's office, casting long, golden rays over the polished wooden floor. I sat on the plush leather chair near his desk, a cup of tea in my hands, while Sebastian sifted through papers in silence.
We hadn't talked much since last night, but the tension had melted away. Now, there was just the comfortable quiet of two people existing in the same space.
"You've been staring at me for ten minutes," he said, not looking up from his papers.
I blinked, caught off guard. "I have not!"
He smirked, setting the papers down. "Oh, you have. If you're going to watch me, at least admit it."
I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of tea to hide my grin. "You're delusional."
"Am I?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What were you thinking about, then?"