Solaria’s story part 8 - a miscommunication.
For Sol, That single word echoed louder than it should have. She felt a strange tightness in her chest, as if someone had knocked the wind out of her. For a moment, she sat frozen, trying to process what she had just read. She thought to her self as she inhaled sharply, “don’t over react, you don’t want to seem desperate or jealous”.
Plus they aren’t dating, This was fine. Completely fine. Right?
Be cool. Be casual. She told herself, but every message she drafted felt wrong. She hit send before she could second-guess herself.
Sol: “Dina, huh? Sounds fun. You should go for it.”
It wasn’t that he was actually planning anything with Dina—sure, she’d been flirting with him lately, but it didn’t mean anything. Not compared to Sol. Sol, who always managed to brighten his day with her witty messages and playful teasing. He liked talking to her, maybe a little too much. And now, he might have just ruined the vibe completely by bringing up someone else.
Sol was realizing that maybe she wasn’t the only one in the running for his attention. Still, she wasn’t going to let herself be sidelined so easily. If Ingie wanted to mention other girls, fine—she could play that game too.
Sol: “Speaking of which, I should probably let you go. I told someone I’d call them back later, and it’s getting kinda late.”
Someone? Ingie’s heart sank a little. Who was this someone? Since when was she talking to someone else? He wanted to ask, but the thought of coming off as jealous stopped him. He had no right—after all, they weren’t official. They were just… talking. Flirting. Maybe something more, but nothing defined.
It was a lie—there was no someone—but Ingie didn’t need to know that. Her heart raced slightly as she wondered if he would take the bait.
Ingie: “Oh? Anyone I know?”
Ingie wanted to know who this guy was. Was he someone from work? A friend? Someone she was actually interested in?
Sol smiled, despite herself. Hook, line, and sinker.
Sol: “Nah, just someone from work. Nothing serious.”
She knew she was being a little spiteful, but something about reminding him that he wasn’t the only one with options made her feel a bit better. If he wanted to play it cool, she could do the same—and maybe even better.
She didn’t want to keep staring at her phone, but the truth was, she couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. Dina. The name still lingered in her mind like an unwelcome guest.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard again before she quickly typed:
Sol: “Also, before I let you go, do you mind if I bring a plus one to your party this weekend?”
It was innocent enough on the surface. Let him wonder who this plus one was. After all, two could play this game.
A plus one? Now his chest tightened with something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. He should’ve seen this coming. Sol was smart, funny, and effortlessly beautiful. Of course, other guys would be interested in her. He just hadn’t expected it to sting this much.
He wanted to ask her outright, but pride kept him from doing it. Instead, he took a breath, forcing himself to play it cool.
Ingie: “A plus one? Sure, I guess…”
The moment he hit send, he wished he hadn’t.
But it was too late now—he’d just have to wait for her answer.
Sol: “Great! See you Saturday :)”
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