I was standing at the front porch of my house waiting for Lysander.
You can tell that he was the one who won in yesterday's raffle at the cafeteria.
They decided to choose the first 'contender'—yes, 'contender' since this thing was slowly sounding like a reverse harem 'Otome' game where the boys were fighting over a girl's heart (yep, that's me right there)—by tearing a blank piece of paper, writing their names on it, rolling them and placed them in a water glass.
Gabriel covered one palm on the rim and shook it for a minute before handing it to me.
He raised an eyebrow, motioning me to pick one.
I took the glass from him, squeezing my fingers inside and reached for the closest thing I could grasp.
I opened it, revealing Lysander's name to them.
Gabriel smiled wryly as Lysander clapped his hands and did a small victory dance in his seat.
