Aria's POV
Aiden ended his call quickly and set the phone aside.
I watched nervously as he picked up the fork and began eating the noodles I'd made.
Even doing something as ordinary as eating instant noodles, he managed to look impossibly elegant - back straight, movements precise, not a single drop spilled.
The silence stretched between us until I couldn't stand it anymore. My brain scrambled for something—anything—to say.
"So... what do you think of Claire?" I blurted out, immediately wanting to smack myself. Real smooth, Aria.
Aiden paused mid-bite, his dark eyes finding mine. "Claire?"
"You know, the woman your aunt and uncle were practically throwing at you tonight," I clarified, trying to sound casual while my heart hammered against my ribs.
He resumed eating, face betraying
