"You are early," Mia stated, extending one of the cups. “You look like you needed this.”
Looking up, Aria picked up the mug almost lazily, smiled. "Couldn't sleep."
"Hmm, yeah, I thought so. Still reflecting on that fundraising?”
Aria sipped, gave a small nod - possibly avoiding eye contact. “It was a lot.”
"Understatement of the year. Rich people and their 'casual' parties, please.”
"I got what I needed," Aria responded, setting down the coffee and picking up another paintbrush. "Mostly."
"Mostly?" she said after a beat. "There was a man. We spoke. Kind of."
Mia sat upright. "And?"
"He wouldn't reveal his name. He is unsettling, though. Not threatening - just out of context.”
Mia raised an eyebrow and grinned lightly. "But he left an impression.”
"I didn't know him," Aria whisp
