Slipping into your black ankle boots, you dashed out the door only to run into him. "S-Sebastian!" You stuttered, "I-I was c-coming!" You could feel your cheeks redden as you stared into his crimson eyes. He smirked as he gently pushed you down the long hallway.
"Today, I need you to clean all the main rooms. After your done with that, I'll give you your next assignment."
You sighed but quickly stopped when you realized his hand was still on your shoulder. 'Why doesn't he go. He has jobs to do too... doesn't he?' You wondered. "S-Sebastian?" He gazed into your (e/c) eyes for a moment before taking his hand off and putting down by his side.
'Um, never mind." You quickly ran down to the kitchen. 'Did he just stutter?' You grabbed your breakfast, and tried to only think of the task you were given.
"(y/n), have you finished every task that I assigned to you?" Sebastian stood beside the chef, Baldroy, and the gardener, Finnian. He had been yelling at them all day, even though they were trying their hardest. You felt sorry for them, even though you knew where Sebastian's anger was coming from.
"(y/n)'s finished her tasks, she has!" The bubbly maid beside you said. Even though she was a clumsy, you and her, MeyRin, had become really good friends. You smiled at her, silently thanking her for talking for you. As the day had gone on, your throat had started to hurt, and talking was painful.
"Good. Now everyone, I have some last minute things I need you to take care off." He listed off jobs to the other three, but said that you had already done to much as it was, that since coming here less than a year ago, after being found, sick and starving in the rain, you had more than made up for the other three servants incompetence. You started to make your way to the door, following behind MeyRin, when you felt a hand grasp your arm.
"Just a minute, (y/n). I would like to talk to you about something." Sebastian voice faltered as he talked and his face was slightly pink. He cleared his throat but stayed silent, avoiding your gaze.
"Sebastian? I would like to go wash before the guests arrive. Can you tell me what you want to talk about, or shall we save it for later?" Your heart pounded in your chest as you talked. He had always been stunning and charming from the first time that you meet him, but recently your thoughts had been clouded by him. You knew your face was bright, but somehow you kept your voice steady. "Well?"
"Um, I was just...just wondering... if you were going to...to the b-ball." His words nearly failed him as he talked. His face was now redder than yours, and he avoided looking at you. "I-I wanted to.... to know if you wanted to g-go with me."
You shifted your weight onto your right foot and placed your hands on your hips. You could tell by his expression that he was embarrassed. Laughing quietly, you answered him. "Me? Well.... I would but...I don't have a dress to wear..." Your impassive expression turned sad. Dancing with Sebastian sounded like a dream to you, but you owned nothing that would be appropriate to wear. Tears welled up in your eyes, but your resolve was strong, and you weren't about to cry in front of Sebastian. "I-I'm sorry." You managed to choke out as you ran out of the room.
"(y/n)!!!" You heard Sebastian call your name as he knocked on your door. The dance was starting in fifteen minutes, and guests were already starting to arrive. "(y/n), let me in, please!" He was begging now. He had been outside of your room for ten minutes now, wanting to come in. However, you didn't want to talk to the one person who had ever caught your eye, feeling guilty for not being able to dance with him.
Finally you dragged yourself out of your bed, muttering under your breath about how he should be working. You pulled the door open and found yourself nose to nose with Sebastian. "W-What do you want?!" You fell back, feeling the heat rise in your pale cheeks. Sebastian smiled and handed you a package. You tore it open, not even worrying about manners, and found a dark red and purple dress. In exactly your size. In your favorite style of dress. With your favorite designs on it. "Wha-?"
"Now you can't refuse to go to the dance with me!" Sebastian's smile grew as he handed you another box. High-heels. You looked up at him, noticing that his smiled seemed sincere, unlike most of his smiles. Slowly you nodded, knowing that you had to go to the dance with him. You smiled on the inside, happy that you finally got to dance with the butler to whom you had a liking for. Your heart pounded in your chest as tears leaked from your eyes.
Smiling you replied, "No, I guess I can't refuse can I, mister butler?" You stood up, still grinning foolishly, but happy. Shoving him out of the room, you sighed. Looking at your watch, you realized you only had 5 minutes to get dressed, put makeup on, and to get downstairs. You rushed to get ready.
Finally, you were ready, except for the fact that you still hadn't put your shoes on. Sighing you picked them up, and ran out the room, holding them. You had less than a minute before the dance started, and you wanted to be there for the first dance. It was supposed to be a slow dance. A slow dance. With Sebastian. Your face grew brighter as you ran, so bright you could swear if could be seen through the layers of makeup that were slathered hastily on your face. Stopping right outside the main hall, you slipped into your heels, and then proceeded to go inside, nearly falling as you did so. But he caught you. Looking up, you smiled at Sebastian.
"Thank you. I must look clumsy now." You gazed into Sebastian's eyes, looking for any sign of emotion. All you saw was what looked like longing. Like love. You shook the thought of him loving you out of your mind. 'But then again,' you thought, 'It would explain his weird actions...'
Sebastian laughed lightly. "Not at all. You're just not use to high-heels." He smiled at you. Bowing down he asked, "Will you dance the night away with me?"
You thought about it for a moment before answering. "Yes. Of course." He took your hand and led you into the other room.
You felt your blush grow as swayed in step with Sebastian, your movements fluid for someone who had never danced before. Halfway through the first song, you felt the days chores catch up to you, and you started growing tired.
"(y/n)?" Sebastian looked curiously at you. "You're leaning against me. Are you alright?" You gasped. You were so tired you never even realized that you had leaned your head against his shoulder. You thought about moving your head, but you liked being like that. You could feel the warmth radiating off of his body. You reached up and brushed his raven black hair out of his face.
"I'm perfectly fine, Sebastian. Just tired, that's all." You buried your face in his suit as he gently half dragged, half guided you around the dance floor. Finally, he put his hand under your chin, and raised your head up so that you were gazing into his blazing red eyes, and leaned in.