Sebastian did as Atlas requested, calling Noah and the left-handed person he was talking about, Zoey. For some reason, the name sounds very familiar to him, but his mind couldn't recall.
Sebastian and Atlas went outside and stood by the library, watching people passing by. Sebastian took a seat in one of the chairs, and the breeze brushed their faces, and a strand of black hair from Atlas flew gently.
They waited in silence. It wasn't awkward. He needed it after everything he learned and thought it was a good way for his brain to program itself.
Sebastian heard a faint sound and glanced down and saw Atlas's foot was lightly tapping on the floor again and again. He didn't look worried or anxious, but you can't judge a person's appearance based on that.
"What's wrong?"
Atlas lowered his head with a flat expression and said in a low voice, "Nothing."
