"Good evening, Mr Phobe."
Sinclair gave him a wide smile in the same manner, Syna sensed the tension in the air as perhaps both men were initiating a cold war.
"Oh! I see you are already having a partner for tonight. I thought you would come with Miss Braille."
The man was holding a wine glass which he swayed while talking as he confirmed.
"Well no, Mr Phobe. You heard wrong, Braille is not fit to stand by my side and I told her this today in the morning. Moreover, I have got the love of my life!"
Sinclair replied him sarcastically holding Syna by shoulder and caressing her cheek with his right hand.
"Is that so? I see why she refused to come here and shut herself in the room!
Well never mind, nice to meet you Miss Syna."
Tsk...Sinclair was pissed off, like she did that and how this guy knew so much about the 'inner' things.
