PIPPA WAS SETTLING for the night, she was writing a couple of notes on the journal she was trying to successfully keep. But keeping a journal was hard sometimes and she found herself writing only a couple of words to describe the last couple of weeks. Such as: Seb + Pippa's place saved + party + Seb.
The word Seb was written down twice, Pippa noticed. She eyed her journal and chewed her pen nervously. She didn't know Seb all that well but he had been popping up a lot lately in her life. This, wasn't a bad thing. On the contradictory, Seb offered her a break from her ordinary life and offered her help without Pippa asking for it.
Her phone rang on the bedside table. Pippa reached for it, reading the name on the screen. It was Seb. Momentarily, Pippa felt as though she had summoned him. She cleared her throat and clicked answer.
She chewed her bottom lip. "Hi Seb."
"Hello, Pippa," Seb said. "How are you today?"
"Pretty good, thanks. And you?" She asked. She put her journal away and sunk in her bed. She covered her cold feet with her blanket.
"Me too, me too. Here's the thing, I like you," there was a small pause, proceeded by what appeared to be a nervous chuckle. "Are you free this weekend, Pippa?"
Pippa felt her insides warm up.
"Not tomorrow, no. I'm picking up Lucas' kids and we are going out for ice cream," she didn't say anything else but let the words linger in the air. Ask me about tomorrow.
"Ah, " he said. "Sunday?"
"Yes, Sunday works," she smiled and glanced at her journal. She felt like a school girl, wanting to draw little hearts around Seb's name.
"It's a date, then, Pippa." He said.
They talked a few minutes more about what they'd do, deciding to go out for dinner. Soon after, Seb ended the call and said good night. Pippa laid in bed, a smile on her lips, butterflies in her stomach.
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Inbox • SEBASTIAN STAN
Fanfiction(Discontinued). In which Pippa Hillston and Sebastian Stan communicate through their inboxes. SOCIAL MEDIA | WRITTEN WITH @LUMINITE
