Page 81 of When a Soul Cries

But real.

I smiled despite myself.

There she was.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.

Then I remembered something.

“So how was dinner?”

Sol groaned.

“Oh, don’t start.”

“I’m not starting nothing. I’m asking a question.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. We done cried. We done argued. I almost cussed you out. I’m emotionally exhausted. I need something else to talk about.”

She shook her head.

I nudged her leg with mine.

“Rome.”

“Zari.”

“The tall one.”

“I know who Rome is.”

“I was making sure. You meet so many men.”

Sol slowly turned her head toward me.

I laughed.

“Okay, okay.”

She looked down at her hands. “Dinner was… nice.”

Nice.

I watched her face.

That tiny little smile tried to appear before she caught it.

There it was.

“Mhm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You doing that thing.”