Aria's POV
“Already inside,” I texted the client. With the amount of text he had sent, I didn't need any soothsayer to tell me he'd been waiting there for a while.
At the entrance I took in a sharp breath to steady my racing heart but to no avail. Seeing it didn't walk, I walked to the table number he gave and there he was. The client.
Since I started my freelance designing, he has been my number one customer. He sold fashion sketches to people who bring them to life.
“Miss Aria,”
“Hello,” we exchanged pleasantries before I added my apology, “I'm so sorry, it was just quite hard to get here.”
“You're sweaty,” his eyes narrowed, “I'm assuming you ran into a lot of trouble on your way here.”
“Yes,” I held down my erratic heart rate and quickly brought out the sketches, “these are th
