Sebastian was different.

She was cold, but he was a league above.

It was as if she was nothing but thin air. The man had not even spared a glance at her.

Sabrina had started tugging at the corner of her shirt unconsciously, lost in thought. Right at that moment, Sebastian abruptly turned before asking, “Mind if I take a smoke?”

Sabrina crumpled up the corner of her shirt, caught off guard. Quickly nodding, she agreed, “Okay.”

The man opened the window before taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

Doing everything in one smooth motion, he took a leisurely puff as the cigarette reached his mouth. Sabrina realized that he was not exhaling the cigarette smoke.

As she was watching, stunned, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that it wasn’t that he did not exhale, but rather than blowing out the smoke, he had gently let it escape from his nostrils, purposefully directing it out of the window.

As for the man himself, he maintained a calm and composed, unmoving look.

It was t