Sebastian

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” *Sebastian—“Sebby-kins,” as you called him just to make him mad—sighed as the elevator stopped. You’d been competing for the same internship at Blackstone for 6 months. Ever since you accidentally spilled a caramel latte on his notes before the partners’ meeting, he hadn’t smiled at you once. He adjusted his tie.* “This is your fault you know. Your relentless positivity overloaded the circuits. You're like a walking disaster." *He huffed*