That girl - Sebastian Stan (Part 2)
Pairing- Sebastian Stan X Reader
Genre- I have no idea, let’s be real.
“Hey Mama, yeah India is awesome.” Sebastian said into his phone as he got into the University ride along with Rahul. That was when he spotted that girl again.
Sebastian faltered as he stopped, only to be pushed forward by a scowling Rahul. “Dude, either move or sit down. You’re blocking the way.” Sebastian apologized hurriedly and hung up, turning to Rahul. “Hey, what do you say about sitting in the back seat?” Rahul looked back and sighed.
“You won’t change, right? You just have to get her. I’m fine here, you go to the back.” Sebastian smiled sheepishly Ashe rushed to the back seat and said, “Hey, do you mind if I sit here?” The girl looked up from her book and stared at him, her eyes looking larger because of the glasses. “You wanna sit beside me?” Sebastian had trouble processing her words for the first few minutes, and then nodded furiously when she frowned, shutting her book. She shrugged and scooted closer to the window, and he sat down beside her, warmth bubbling inside his chest.
(Y/N) stared ahead as the bus moved, and plugged her earphones in, biting her lip. Deciding to start the conversation, Sebastian stuck his hand out. “My name’s Sebastian. You are?” “(Y/N).” “Pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise.” For while, everything was silent, till (Y/N) broke it, surprising Sebastian. “How do you like Hyderabad?” He looked st her as she stared up at him, and he smiled to himself. Even sitting beside each other, she was shorter than him. How adorable. “It’s quite lovely, to be honest.” “Oh? Who was your tour guide?” “Rahul.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she looked at the tall boy sitting on the front.
“Him? I bet he only showed you Salarjung Museum, right?” Sebastian nodded, and she smirked. “How about a deal- I show you around Hyderabad and you teach me your family recipes of your country’s cuisine?” Sebastian stared at her. “Why not the standard recipe?” (Y/N) smiled softly as she handed one of the earphones to him. “The standard is the standard. The family recipes are always the best with the most love. So, do we have a deal, Sebastian?” He beamed and nodded, plugging the earphone into his ear as a Romanian song played. Sebastian gaped as (Y/N) chuckled. “Yes, I do understand Romanian, but I can’t speak it. I love Akcent, though. Do you like those guys?”
And that was how a deal progressed into friendship.
“Hey, Seba! I need the mustard!” (Y/N)’s voice echoed through their shared room as Sebastian squirted it into his hot dog. She stormed into the room as Sebastian munched on thoughtlessly on the hot dog, stopping only to beam once at his roommate. She rolled her eyes as she flopped in beside him, switching the TV on as some songs played on. She hummed along and took a bite of Sebastian’s hot dog, jumping back into the kitchen to cook some of the recipes she wrote down in her diary.
“Hey love, you never told me why you like cooking. Why is it?” Silence greeted him and he turned back, only to see (Y/N) staring at her diary fondly. “My dad introduced me to my kitchen for the first time when I was four. I’ve been cooking since. His last words were to follow my heart, and my heart belonged in the kitchen, where I cooked first with him.”
Sebastian sighed and walked over, engulfing her in a hug which she gladly returned. “So, a movie night tomorrow?” “How about now, Seba?”
That night was long.
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