Arya's POV
I don't know what I'm doing. What the hell am I doing? Why bring up that topic? He looks at me as if he finds it amusing, and I don't like his expression.
"Have you freed yourself yet? I don't want baby milk on my pizza."
"You are very bipolar, you know? First, you're happy, then bitter, and it's like that all day."
"Are you talking to me about bipolarity? First, you said you didn't want food, and now you're here in front of me, eating my pizza."
"Our pizza. I ordered it. Don't talk about me as if you know me."
"Then tell me, who are you, Arya Montenegro?"
His words surprise me.
"Are you really interested in knowing?"
"Of course."
"I think we should start with you. You've investigated me and know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you. Who are you, Erick Sabag?"
