"I agree he lied but I... I don't know. That model might be lying to us as Brother Calvin sent her or somebody mimicked him to her... Ahhh, I'll go crazy at this rate."
Alan saw Aria rolling on the bed in frustration going off from the screen.
"Sweetheart!"
That was enough to bring her in front of him like an eager child waiting to hear.
Alan suppressed his lips from tilting up looking at her widened eyes with an anticipating gaze on him. He knew what she wanted to hear but he didn't say that.
"Sleep, you are tired. Stop freaking out."
Aria earnestly asked what she couldn't hear from him, "Shall I come to you?" It had been four days they had met.
Alan too wanted to meet her but he didn't want to take the chance, "Be good and go to bed. Anyway, we are going on vacation on Friday."
Aria pouted in displeasure hearing the rejection. Alan knew he could only see her and be content for the time being even though he wanted to be with her.
