ARIA
"Are you Aria?"
His voice is softer this time, but the question hangs the same way it did the first time. I keep my hands still on the desk, my mask firmly in place.
"No, I'm not." I say.
Something crosses his face. Quick, there and gone. It looks almost like disappointment, but that doesn't make sense. Why would a stranger be disappointed that I'm not the person he was looking for?
He studies me a second longer, then nods once.
"My apologies for the intrusion," he says. "I must have been mistaken."
He turns and walks out, pulling the door shut behind him.
I don't move.
There was something about him. Something in his eyes I can't place. I shake my head and turn back to my supplies.
It doesn't matter. I don't know him. He clearly doesn't know me, not really, or he wouldn't
