One of the many things Aria has noticed about Tristan was that he didn't like going out unless he had something very important to do, so convincing him to attend a wedding was going to be more than difficult.
Aria jolted out of her thought when she bumped into someone, and she was about to apologize when she saw that it was Layla.
"Layla." Aria called softly; she noticed that Layla had once again changed the color of her hair to blonde, and it made her wonder if maybe dyeing her hair was one of her hobbies.
"You ran out of the exam hall immediately after you handed in your paper, so out of curiosity, I followed you here."
"You followed me? Why?"
Layla moved up her glasses, acting nervous and suddenly fidgeting with her fingers as she said, "It felt like you were avoiding me, and I just wanted to ask why."
"It's not like that."
"I thought we could be friends, but it seems you don't like me that much."
