Orion’s POV
Brr.
Brr.
The phone rings, with no one taking it up for a while. Waiting patiently for Sebastian to respond, it goes off.
“What's going on.”
I sigh softly, already at my elastic limit.
It usually doesn't take this long for Sebastian to respond, what has changed?
‘He might be busy, Orion, relax and give him some time.’
My mind tells me. Of course, he is busy. It's crazy to not expect one whose job description is to scratch beneath the surface, to not be busy as hell.
“One more time.”
I give myself a gentle pat and dial his number again.
Still, he doesn't call back.
Letting go for a moment, I slip my phone back into my apron and resume working in the bakery.
It's almost evening, and Andrew will be here for us to go back home together, so there are a few tidying up and fixing that needs to be done.
“Hey, baker.”