NICOLE

I find Sebastian in the same restaurant we used to go to.

I have the feeling that something is off about him as soon as my eyes land on his face.

He looks agitated and genuinely looks like he has aged five years in the space of a few weeks. When he catches a glimpse of me, he stands up.

"Nicole," he says once I'm close to his table, "thanks for coming."

"Is everything alright?" I ask slowly as I hang my purse on the back of the chair and sit down. He grabs a seat, too, and ...