stress-baking | theyna

xvii.

Thalia and Reyna often hung out, either at the coffee shop, someone's house, the Park, you name it. It was as if they had become inseparable. The lines were still blurry on their relationship though, and it was beginning to bother Thalia. She didn't want to strike with the, "what are we," text and freak Reyna out. She was gunning for quirky but sweet.

"Jason," She groaned, laying on the unclean ground of the living room, "Jason, what do I do?"

Her brother looked at her from over the kitchen bar. "What is it now?"

Thalia sighed. "How do I ask a girl what we are without scaring her off?"

Jason slumped. "So it's another Reyna problem? If I were you, I'd just go ahead and pop the question. You two are playing chicken because you both don't want to be the ones to ask."

"Ugh," Thalia moaned, "That's so much easier said-than-done."

"Do you want a cute girlfriend or not?"