"Are you talking about Stuart?" Aria smiled as she reminisced the first time she met him at the airport. "He and I met each other in London. He was in charge of our group during the conference. We developed a close bonding over those few days."
"I see," Ian stated and chewed his food. As the soldier had boasted, the food was not bad. It tasted exceptionally good, contrary to what he had thought.
"May I join you guys?" Stuart came to the table where Aria and Ian were sitting and stood before them with a plate in his hands.
"Stuart," Aria rolled her eyes. "I told you I would save you a chair. You do not have to be formal."
"Oh," Stuart sat on the chair beside Aria. He stared at Ian, who was right in front of him, for a few seconds and started talking again. "Since you already had company, I thought you wouldn't want to entertain me anymore."
