"Cinthya..."
Lucas almost choked on his own breath. Cinthya? His brain replayed every interaction from their earlier trip.
"I thought she was Sweet Cindy... Ugh, Lucas, you idiot!" he thought, mentally smacking his forehead. His face flushed instantly, and he turned away to hide his embarrassment.
Before Lucas could say anything else, they had already arrived at the apartment door. A woman with long, wavy blonde hair, a curvy body wrapped in a red satin dress, and mischievous eyes was waiting there. Evelyn.
"Evelyn..." Lucas mumbled softly.
She leaned casually against the doorframe, her lips curling into a sly smile.
"Lucas... and... oh, Cinthya! You finally made it, darling."
Cinthya nodded quietly, clutching her bag tightly as if it were a shield. Evelyn glanced at Lucas with a look that lingered just a little too long to be casual, then walked over to Cinthya.
