Aria's P.O.V
After a year, we run into each other in a coffee shop. How cliche is this? Beck stood in front of me with his hand in his pocket and the other, holding his coffee.
"How have you been?" Beck asked me.
"Good. Good," I said lying a little. I missed him a lot sometimes. His smile, his kisses, his hugs.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I've been better," he said scratching his neck a littlewith his free hand.
Beck was in his usual attire. A sharp suit with his hair combed up. He had a scruff on his face now that went really well with him. It made look more handsome and serious.
"Who's this little fella?" Beck asked looking at Xander. My heart raced a little.
"This is Xander," I told him.
"Hey Xander," Beck smiled at him. I wanted to tell him but I couldn't.
"I should get going
