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 ...