Moments ago…
When Lola left the building and reached her car, she paused upon spotting Silo running toward her from a different direction.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "I thought you left."
"I left—and then came back!" he shouted as he reached the door opposite hers. "You and I, we need to talk. Like seriously, talk."
She narrowed her eyes. "Silo, if this is about this friendship, no—you're wrong. I'm not choosing friendship over my relationship."
He gasped and scrunched his nose. It took a second for her to realize what she had said, and she smiled sheepishly.
"I mean, I'm not choosing my relationship over our friendship," she corrected, but it was too late.
"Lola, even if you want to reassure me, you should at least make it sound believable!"
"Fine, fine. Tsk." She clicked her tongue and sighed. "Just get in."
With that, she slipped into the driver's seat while Silo slid into the passenger side. As they pulled away, he twisted in his seat to face her squarely.
