Cynthia POV
The last thing I expected was to see Sinacore at the restaurant, but there he was, standing beside me, my hand in his. His eyes looked at me like I was the greatest thing since vanilla ice cream.
“We were supposed to meet up after my practice," he said with a calm voice, but also loud enough for the whole table to hear. “Sorry I'm late, Cynthia."
I turned back to the girls from the school union just in time to see their stunned expressions. The man they had talked so much crap about a minute ago was standing right there in front of them.
One of the girls, probably seeing this as an opportunity, quickly and shamelessly adjusted her cleavage before stretching out a hand to greet Sinacore. "Finally nice to meet you, Mr. Williams. Cynthia here was just telling us about you, i
