Author's Note: As instructed by my pre-reader, I hereby issue a warning for this chapter. Her comment was, and I quote, 'Double Cheese pizza being served at the end'. Yup, there you have it, folks, one fluffy story coming to an end and if you're allergic to cheese, please stop reading halfway there : ) Thank you to everyone who has read, voted, commented and 'fanned'. Hope you've enjoyed this little story : )
Lana looked around the arrivals hall at Charles de Gaulle, hoping to be able to spot Sebastian in the crowd. He was supposed to meet her, but maybe he was running late. Lana checked her phone and decided to text him her location. She found an empty seat and sat down with her luggage.
It had been four months since she’d last seen him, in that food court at JFK. Gerald Stanton never recovered from his stroke, and one of the promises Sebastian made to his dying father was that he would spend the fall semester in Sorbonne. He stayed with his father until the end and went straight to Paris.
They’d kept in touch via email, Skype and texts, but Lana found that she was more nervous than ever to see him again. They’d fallen back into their ‘just friends’ state, which was what Sebastian needed most at the time, and even though neither of them dated anyone else, their relationship status was still undefined.
Now she was spending the holidays with Sebastian in Paris, and then they were flying back home together. He’d given up his dorm room at Duke and planned to get an off-campus apartment for the spring semester. Lana couldn’t help but think that things would never be the same again.
Her phone bleeped and she checked her incoming texts.
I see you.
Lana smiled and stood, looking around the crowded airport. How could he possibly see her in this jungle?
“Hey there,” she heard a familiar voice drawl in her ear and she spun around to wrap her arms around her best friend.
“I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed and hugged him tight.
“Same here,” Sebastian said. “Come on, let’s go. Cab’s waiting,” he picked up her suitcase and Lana grabbed her carry-on, following him towards the exit.
The driver loaded her suitcase into his trunk and they headed off towards Paris.
“How was the flight?” Sebastian asked. “Are you tired?”
“Long, and no,” Lana smiled. “I’m too excited to be here to be tired just yet. I’m sure that will change in a few hours, though,” she chuckled.
“Well, if you’re up for it, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight.”
“Sounds great,” Lana smiled. “I’d really like to get out of these clothes though,” she said and crinkled her nose. She could only imagine how she must smell.
“Yeah…” Sebastian said, his voice thick, and Lana looked up to see his gray-blue eyes a darker shade than normal. “Um… you can shower and change at my place,” he quickly recovered, turning his attention towards the road ahead, even though he wasn’t the one driving.
“Great,” Lana said, focusing her attention on finding her cell phone. “I’m just gonna text Iz and let her know I got here all right.”
“Uh-huh,” Sebastian acknowledged.
Sebastian’s apartment in the Latin Quarter wasn’t what you might expect from a college student. Then again, most college students don’t have the Stanton fortune to back them. The luxury furnished studio was located on the third floor of a 17th century building, with a balcony overlooking the courtyard. The white ceiling had visible beams and there was a big flat-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite a Queen Size bed. The kitchen section was separated from the living room by a kitchen island/bar. It looked airy and fresh, and Lana instantly liked it.