(Zara)
Sebastian asked me to stay after the Hale rehearsal, and this time nobody's phone rang.
The team had gone. The deck was locked, the pitch ready, Boston a week out. We'd spent the afternoon walking the creative leads through the final build, and when it ended and the room emptied, he didn't pull a chair to my desk the way he had before. He stood at the window of the small conference room with his hands in his pockets, looking at nothing, waiting until it was only us.
"How's your grandfather," I said, because it was the thing I'd wanted to ask all week and hadn't found the room for.
"Stronger. Stubborn. He fired the second nurse for fussing over him." A small smile touched him and left. "He asked about you. He wants to meet you. Dinner, when he's up to it."
"He asked about me."
