"What are you doing out so late?" Aaron questioned, his eyes assessing me for a moment. He looked around, curiously at the dark and forlorn surroundings before redirecting his gaze to me.
"Alone?" He folded his arms, gazing at me curiously.
I stuttered slightly as I thought of how to answer and Aaron raised an eyebrow at my actions. He looked to me in a way in which told me he was curious, a feeling that was quite foreign to me, specifically from him, Often, when we interacted, Aaron had a look of knowing as though he could read every thought. Yet, now his look was starkly different to that. He looked at me as though he was looking through me and I fidgeted under his gaze, feeling like I was being assessed.
There was no reason why it was so difficult to share with Aaron. I had gone out
