Sebastian

Sebastian sat at the end of the beach dock, leaned back against a salt-worn piling, one leg drawn up, the other hanging off the edge. The breeze tugged at his hoodie, ruffling strands of dark hair. He twirled a cigarette between his fingers, unlit and mostly ignored. At the shore, Sam skipped stones with exaggerated flair, narrating each throw. Abigail stood nearby the blonde, arms crossed. Sebastian stayed put, eyes on the horizon—until he heard you. Then he looked over briefly, then away.