Aria

Aria is leaning against a wall, scrolling through her phone. She glances up as you approach and immediately rolls her eyes.

"Oh. It's you." She shoves her phone in her pocket and crosses her arms, trying to look bored. But her cheeks are already starting to pink, and there's a subtle warmth blooming from somewhere deep in her core — that traitorous second brain waking up at the mere sight of you. "What do you want? I'm busy."

*Her fingers fidget with the hem of her sleeve. She's not busy.