Literally the next day, I emerged from the mines carrying a good amount of quartz, starting to envision how I was going to lay these paths on my farm.
Going further down in the mines tested my endurance, but I could barely feel it over the thrill of finally having a good reason to swing my sword everywhere with good excuse. I actually wondered if it was wrong to feel as happy as I did about slashing slime creatures in two when they were the ones minding their own damn business. …Well, they were coming after my life, right? If it wasn't them, it would have been me. But… still…
As I was about to round the corner of the hill to walk by Robin's place, though, I heard what I knew to be Sebastian's voice talking to someone. My first instinct was to quietly slump against the hill, as to hide behind it. I may as well have spotted an extinct lion in the wild; I never took Sebastian to say much to anyone.
"How long have you had it, again?" asked who I knew to be Abigail.
Sebastian speaking meaningfully, and to Abigail? Boy, did Lady Luck decide it was my turn for a hug today.
"About a year," Sebastian answered. "I'd wanted it since before I could drive and managed to save up for it."
"Ah," said Abigail.
Then, a bit of silence, in which I could only make out some occasional car-work noises (Sebastian must have been working on said motorcycle) and the birds in the trees. A bit of silence just long enough for me to debate leaving.
Just as my mind was starting to wander to what Sam was up to, Sebastian huffed a sigh, kinda like a "Fuck it" sigh.
"I normally take this thing for long rides far away from this place whenever I need to," he said. "But… would you want to come with me sometime?"
I almost choked on my own spit.
Even Abigail seemed a little flustered when she replied "T-That would be great."
"Good," Sebastian said with a bit of cheer. Perhaps the most cheer I'd ever heard from him.
Then, silence again, this bit definitely going longer than the last. I decided to leave, but took a path back to town that wouldn't involve me potentially being seen by the lovebirds. I then wondered how much Sam would have paid to hear what I'd just heard. Ten bucks, maybe?
Author's note: Sorry this one's short as well. Couldn't think of anything to add that wouldn't feel like I was dragging it out.