Aaron's POV
I take a deep breath, the smell of fresh coffee and the faint scent of hairspray and makeup settling in my lungs.
I know it's past noon but I think it's too early for this.
Consumed by my frustration with Eva leaving, I'd failed to realize that my body ached.
It still aches from last night. Not in a bad way. More like a sweet, lingering ache that reminds me of everything.
"Asher, you look like you haven't slept a wink." Maya's voice is bright, a stark contrast to my mood.
She walks up to me, her hand lightly grazing my arm.
She's already in her first outfit, a tailored leisure wear over a simple white top. She looks good.
Polished. Professionally sporty. The kind of person who has their life together. I'd say I looked the same too but I feel like s**t
