LUCAS' POV.
I looked at the ladies, trying to pick out who among them was making me feel that way. It was a really uneasy feeling. I leaned back in my sofa, and studied the ladies, who began to introduce themselves.
"I'm Keith." The first one, who looked smart said.
"I'm Sandra." The girl in all pink said, with her smile growing wider.
"I'm Mina." The quiet girl dressed in all black said, in a calm voice.
"I'm Judy!" The girl who had been rocking back and forth on her feet said, with excitement.
"I'm Paris." The girl who I had perceived as not confident said in a low voice.
"I'm Tenor." Said the one in flashy clothes, with a bold smiled.
"I'm Jenny." The last girl, who looked really shy said.
It turned out there was really no way of judging which of them gave me the awful feeling. I looked into their faces carefully, and some smiled back, while some looked like they were suddenly unsure if they had zipped their zippers.
