"You have something to say, Vincent?" Aria asked the obvious rather than waiting for him to speak.
Since they were already facing each other, it was better to deal with it directly. At the same time, her curiosity was piqued.
Why was this person here?
It couldn't be just because he was worried.
He had only met her once and spoken to her for less than four hours.
So what kind of attachment could there be?
Vincent heard the question and, having just settled on the broken concrete for a moment, glanced back at her with a sheepish smile.
"You got me, Miss Aria."
Standing up, he let out a light laugh, scratching the back of his head as if caught red-handed.
He stepped closer, leaning in so his voice dropped to a whisper by Aria's ear.
"I need your help, Miss Aria."
The other men nearby watched with curiosity, their eyes flicking between them like they were quietly gossiping.
They wanted to know what this stranger was up to.
