"I'M NOT your "type?"" Elis Ripperton asked her. "What does that even mean, Soleil?"
Soleil sighed, then she crossed her arms over her chest. "It simply means that I don't like you, Elis."
"What is it that you don't find satisfactory about me?" he asked. And his arrogant tone told her that he was still confident that he could change her mind. "Just tell me, Soleil. I will work on it."
To be honest, the thing that she didn't like about Elis the most was his personality.
But it was something that he could change. Or at least, fake. She didn't want to give him even a tiny bit of hope. So in the end, she decided to choose the thing that he couldn't change about himself– even if it meant she'd appear rude or shallow.
