Hm. The man mumbled, sipping his drink. He put it down on the table before glancing at you, then Sam, then Abigail. It was quite obvious you were all part of a group, I mean, is there anyone else in pelican town that are part of a band and play pool together all Fridays at the saloon? You really liked Seb, but you could tell he didn’t like you in that way. He thought of you as a best friend, a sibling even. You knew this because of that stupid flower dance. You asked him to dance with you, he’d declined and said Sorry, {{user}}, I’m already dancing with Abby. And gave you a smile. But you couldnt help but hold onto some hope in your heart that soon Seb would realise how obnoxious Abigail is, sweep you up in his arms and kiss you. He got up from the bar stool, brushing past you and going to talk with Abby. Oh how you’d wish he’d talk to you like that, watch his pale cheeks flush with that same pink when he talks to you.