Aria’s POV
The cab rolled to a stop at the curb, and I stepped out, adjusting the strap of my oversized bag on my shoulder. My eyes scanned the outdoor coffee shop, and it didn’t take long to spot Adrian sitting under the shade of a large umbrella.
He was wearing a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing just a hint of his collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the sunglasses resting on his nose only added to his effortless charm. No doubt, he looked good—handsome as always.
I, on the other hand, looked nothing like the woman he used to know. My hair was piled into a messy bun, and my loose-fitting casual clothes, combined with the oversized bag I was carrying, made me look like a mother who had just returned from a grocery run.
What a contrast.
As I walk
