Sienna stirred her drink slowly, the ice clinking in the glass as the low hum of the bar buzzed around her.
The place was dimly lit, crowded enough to disappear in, quiet enough to think.
She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when she left the house, but this—this stillness—was a welcome contrast to the storm in her chest.
Her lipstick smudged faintly on the rim of the glassy. The music was low and moody, shadows falling softly over her face. She looked tired—like someone who'd just had a truth slapped into them and didn't know what to do with it.
A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Well, well," Sebastian said as he slid into the seat beside her. "Seems like Bennett girls have a thing for meeting Cross boys in bars."
Sienna looked at him, confused. Her brows furrowed.
Sebastian caught her expression and rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. "Uh—Damien mentioned he met Chloe in a place like this. That's all."
