Aria
I made a show of getting comfortable in the armchair, crossing my legs and taking another sip of whiskey. "I was here first. Well, technically, you were, but I live here now, so I think that gives me priority."
Cassian's patience visibly snapped. He strode over to the sound system and turned off the music with a forceful jab.
"This is not the time for this nonsense Aria. Can't you see I'm busy?" he snapped, his voice icy with controlled rage.
With a nonchalant shrug, I retorted, "I heard voices and I felt lonely, so here I am. The prisoner seeks company, especially when it sounds like someone's having a good time."
Cassian responded with a dismissive wave, "As you can see, I'm with someone, so get lost."
Veronica, curious, glanced between us. "Who is she, Cassian?" she asked, he
