'Thank you for coming with me tonight', he said as we were walking back to the train.
'Would you stop already? It was my pleasure', I kept on reassuring him. It seemed like he didn't believe we went on this date to begin with. It was really cute, but equally annoying.
We called it a night and we each retired to our suites. The next morning, Sebastian was pounding incessantly at my door. It was the most uncomfortable noise to wake up to.
'What?', I yelled at him as I swung the door open.
'I've got good news', he said excitedly, never bothering to apologize for the way he woke me up.
'What's the news?', I said as I stifled a yawn and pulled my hair up into a messy bun.
'My father was able to read the last four digits of the credit card number that was used for the payment from the receipt', he informed me.
'So you know who it belongs to?', I asked, my eyes widening at the possible revelation.
'Umm…no', he said disappointedly.