SOLAYNE
I held his stare, hoping in the slightest he'd prove me wrong, but he didn't. I looked away.
"You keep saying fiance like it's real."
"And what makes you so sure it's not? Don't assume you know me too well, Vance."
I sipped from my glass. He went quiet for too long. I looked at him to find a bittered expression.
"Look," he softened his tone. "I know I was a little bit off earlier on the phone. I just had a rough day, Solayne. I'm sorry."
I didn't look at him just; kept drinking from my flute.
"You're still my best friend, you know? And I can't trade you for nothing." He nudged me.
I didn't flash him a smile.
"Solayne, come on..."
"Maybe you should stop trying so hard, Vance." I faced him. "You told me yourself that things couldn't remain the same between us. I'm sure you
