Aria
It was Daniel.
For a second, my brain refused to accept it. I just stood there, staring at him like he was a hallucination my exhausted mind had conjured up to punish me further. His hair was slightly disheveled, his rumpled jacket thrown carelessly over his shoulder and there were faint shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes.
He looked exhausted. Not like the polished, untouchable Daniel Hayes the world knew. This one looked like he’d come straight from the airport, like he hadn’t even gone home.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice weary.
He was supposed to still be on his trip, right? Oh, he sent a message that he would be back soon just before I blocked him.
His eyes swept over my face, sharp and searching, as though he were trying to read something written bene
