"Sydney, you really look like a lovestruck teenager," Grace teased as she walked into the living room with a bowl filled with strawberries, munching on some of them.
"I don't know, Grace," I spinned my phone between my fingertips, my lips jutting out in worry, "Should I call him? Should I not call him?"
After the whole brouhaha with Mark and Lucas at the party, my time to properly reunite with Lucas had been cut short. He had opted to drop me off at my place but he seemed to be in a hurry. But he made sure we exchanged phone numbers before he hurriedly drove off. And since then, I haven't been able to get him out of my mind or my head. I have been unable to concentrate on work because Lucas was all I could think about.
Grace rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she took a seat on t
