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Sebastain went home to freshen up before lunch. He gave Lucien the address and said goodbye with a smile, agreeing to meet him at the restaurant in thirty minutes. He was now five minutes late, but that wasn't a big deal, was it? Five minutes is a completely understandable amount of time to be late for something. Right? Or was he wrong. Right now, I'm just overthinking. it. Seb looked around the restaurant for Lucien, feeling awkward. What if he hadn't decided to show up? What if he bailed? It was just a friendly outing, but maybe Lucien had decided it was too forward? But then how would it be forward- can you be to forward in a platonic way? And-

And then Sebastain spotted Lucien sitting, and he felt dumb for all his worrying. Seb approached the table and sat with a goofy grin. "For a second I couldn't find you and thought you bailed."

Illio surveyed the restaurant, peering over the lunch crowd. He'd been here a few times, though he'd always been less than comfortbal, looking to get in and get out and be over with it. He'd seen a face or two he recognized, but no one seemed to reciprocate the recognition. He spotted Sebastian in the crowd, looking around, confused. He debated waving him over, but decided not to, waiting to see how long it took Sebastian to notice him. Finally, Sebastian caught his eye and Illio lifted a hand in greeting.

He watched as Sebastian sat across from him, unfolding his hands from in front of him on the table. "Nope. No bailing from me." he said with a shake of his head, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face.