ALMOST → sebastian stan

thirty eight || real life + phone call

april 3rd 2018
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"is that your phone ringing or mine?" chloe asked, pausing the film they were watching.

"mine i think, hang on!"

SEBASTIAN is CALLING!
ACCEPT | DECLINE
( seb is bold, cleo is underlined )

'hey seb what's up!'

'not much! you?'

'having a movie night
with chloe!'

'oh! sounds fun!'
'i'm sorry for
interrupting!'
'i'll leave you to it!'

cleo scoffed.

'no!'
'it's fine!'
'why'd you call?'

there was a pause.

'nevermind it's dumb,'

'sebastian,'

he hated it when she used that tone.

'fuck,'
'well, i'm going to be
in la tomorrow and
was wondering if you'd
want to have dinner?'

cleo laughed.

'sebastian stan,'
'are you asking me out?'

chloe stopped eating her food, and looked at cleo, raising her eyebrow.

'maybe,'
'it depends if you'd
want to go out,'

he paused.

'with me?'

'sure,'
'i don't see why not!'

sebastian ran his hand through his hair.

'great!'
'i'll swing by yours
around 7?'

'sounds good to me,'

'see you then,'
'dragă,'

sebastian hung up, and cleo threw her phone down next to her before picking up her plate.

"are you going to play the movie?" cleo asked, with a mouth full of food.

"are we going to talk about what just happened?" chloe responded, staring her down.

"do we need to?" she responded, grabbing the remote, and playing the movie.

chloe snatched the remote back, and paused it.

"you're going on a date!" she exclaimed. "with sebastian!"

she shrugged.

"and? it's nothing i haven't done before!"

"it's been eight years!" chloe responded. "do you have those feelings?" she asked and cleo shrugged again.

"i don't know, maybe? lo que sea," she mumbled.

"cleo," chloe sighed.

"let's talk about this after the date ok?" cleo asked, and chloe rolled her eyes.

"ok, deal,"

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translations
dragă = darling
lo que sea = whatever