She looked good everywhere.
After dumping him, she could do anything she wanted, and it had nothing to do with this man.
Not even a dime's worth of connection!
She was born and raised in the United States, after all. Even though her parents had strict rules that prevented her from engaging in the eating, drinking, and merry-making habits of American youth, she was inevitably exposed to it and picked it up.
After leaving his place, she seemed like a fish back in water.
He ordered a glass of water and watched as Aria chatted happily with a young man.
She drank his cocktail, her arm draped over the other's shoulder, squinting and smiling, her chin pointed and playful like a cute little fox.
The man was good-looking, seemingly of mixed heritage, with more prominent facial features than Asians, and an extraordinary demeanor. It was clear Aria liked him, as the two of them chatted away merrily.
"That man is staring at you relentlessly."
