The Waiting Game

THE WAITING GAME - 25

FEBRUARY 2021

CALIFORNIA, USA

Ariana sighed and sat on her new fluffy bed in her newly bought mansion. She just finished arranging her closet and she was beyond exhausted. It was already a blessing that the mansion was fully furnished which means she doesn't have to bother with transferring furniture. And since she only needs to fix her closet and some movable items, she didn't see the need to ask for help from her friends. But she did need a truck with the amount of clothes she has.

Her voluminous amount of clothes and shoes were more than enough to tire her out. She decided to rest for a bit before taking a bath. She was staring at the ceiling when her phone buzzed. She reached for it on the bedside table and a smile quickly made its way on her lips upon seeing who texted her.

From: My Match

When are you moving, future neighbour? Maybe I can help. 😊

To: My Match

too late. i'm already here. :/

Ariana and Traver exchanged numbers before parting ways yesterday after the deal was closed.

And yes... Ariana already moved out of her previous home the next day - which is today.

She was also surprised herself. She has never been excited in moving to another house. She usually thinks that it's exhausting and ends up doing it when it's already a 'must do' activity.

Her phone buzzed again, signaling that she received a new message.

From: My Match

Seriously?

Ariana stared at the message for a while, thinking of a witty reply. She bit her lower lip and began typing.

To: My Match

yeah. can't believe it? why don't u come and find out?

And before she could even assess the message she composed... her thumb already pressed the send button. Her eyes widened at how suggestive her text was.

Much to her horror, she saw a tiny bubble with three dots on her screen, which indicates that Traver is already typing a reply. She nervously gulped and threw her phone on her bed as she ran through her room's bathroom to finally take a bath.

After taking a bath, she wore a robe and looked at herself in a mirror. "This isn't you, Ariana. Why are you suddenly turning into a pussy?" She slapped her cheeks lightly at the same time. "You're a bad bitch. So what if he thinks you're flirting with him? You're really flirting with him anyway... This is your chance. Don't fuck it up."

After a few more self-talks of encouragement, Ariana found the courage to step out of the bathroom and check her phone. She saw two message notifications that she immediately opened.

From: My Match

Are you inviting me to your not so humble abode?

From: My Match

I'm still at the office, but I think I can make it by dinner. Is there any particular food you're craving for right now?

Ariana has no idea if Traver didn't see her message as flirty or he just chose to reply with the rightful amount of playfulness to keep their exchanges comfortable.

To: My Match

i think ramen sounds good!!

She replied. And although it took her more than an hour to reply back because she took a bath and tried to regain her composure, Traver didn't make her wait for his.