Solaria’s Story Part 10 : a random encounter 3/5
Max: “Oh, I don’t know about that. From where I’m standing, you look like someone who’s out of options. Loud mouth and angry- you need a real man to put you in your place.”
Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand shot up, the slap echoing like a crack of thunder over the bar’s low hum. His head turned with the force of it, and when he looked back at her, his expression was a mix of shock and indignation.
The entire room seemed to pause for a moment, eyes flicking toward the commotion.
Max started to open his mouth to respond, but one glare from her over her shoulder shut him up.
With that, she grabbed her bag, ready to make a dramatic exit. But, in her slightly tipsy state, her footing betrayed her. She stumbled, nearly toppling over.
His hand caught her arm before she hit the ground.
Max: “Wait I didn’t mean for—,”
Solaria: “Touch me, talk to me, or even look at me again, and you’ll regret it,” she said, her voice low but razor-sharp.
Solaria didn’t care if she’d just made a scene. She didn’t care if he’d stew in his bruised ego for the rest of the night. All she cared about was getting as far away from that disgusting excuse for a human being as possible.
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