Lucas was looking at me in confusion. He looked good in his Jean pants and a button down shirt. But that wasn’t what confused me. How was he here? What was he doing here? When did he get here? Did the security call for his attention? That couldn’t be possible, right? The security couldn’t have called for his attention because he didn’t even know who Lucas was. But here he was looking at me strangely because I was fighting, but how did he get here into a female dressing room?
“He’s are you doing here?” He asked looking at me more in confusion, his head tilted a little to the side to look at me more just in case he couldn’t believe his eyes, or so I thought. That was when I realized that he was reason for that was because my hands were in the lady’s hair.
I quickly untangled my hands from
