Synthia's POV
I paced back and forth in the room with a contemplating look. Then I picked up my mobile phone and stared at the business card that had been burning a hole inside my palm for the past hour. I looked at the fancy script which simply read, 'Lucas Sullivan, The Ravens', followed by his number which I had already learned by heart by then.
I thought of how I had felt electricity running up my arms as I touched him. At the thought of facing him again and feeling something for him, I hesitated to call him.
I turned to see Fred, Elise and Riya standing there with identical expressions of mirth.
I raised my brows at them and they raised their brows right back at me.
"Again, tell me. Why should I be the one to call him? Why not you, Fred? You could explain it all better than
