Sophia was not a teetotaler. But a sip of wine to dull the edge which was poking out more frequently was an extravaganza. And the champagne in this side of party hall was truly divine. Turnly her mood mellow with a single gulp.
Soon she asked one question that was bugging her. "When will you leave the campus, senior?" The contract she had signed was open dated. There was no mention of number of days she had to come as fencing partner. She didn't ask the question because of that though. It was mainly because he was source of chaos.
Twisting his bow tie in one hand, Lucas Sinclair retorted, "So eager to see me gone?" He f*cking hated bow ties. What was he? A present, to have a bowtie around the neck?
