Aria

The Conversation

Aria sat alone in her father's study. She looked lost in her thoughts as she sipped the expensive whiskey her father housed. The pensive and lost look on her face conveyed that she wanted to forget every thought that troubled her mind. She was so deep in her mind that the sound of my voice startled her.

"What do you want?" She asked once she noticed my presence. I wasn't surprised by her rudeness or the curt response. She is always like that. Why? I would say that all the money got to her head.

"Where's your brother?" I asked.

"With his bitch of a girlfriend," She said nonchalantly and looked away. This signified the end of the conversation.

"Aren't you full of love tonight?" I asked rhetorically and turned to leave.

She glared at me. My presence wasn't welcomed. "Go away." Her tone was flat.

I looked down at my watch and noticed it was already past 10 o'clock. Mark was supposed to be here by now.

"Do you have any idea when he'll be back?" I asked Aria. Asking her is probably a dead end, but I didn't have any other option. Mark wasn't answering his phone.

She shot me an irritated look. A look that said, 'why the hell are you still here?' When I didn't budge from my spot, she spoke. "Yeah, I do. I just don't want to tell you." She rolled her eyes. "Now, go wait for him somewhere else."

"Okay," I muttered and pursed my lips. "I caught your sarcasm."

Defeated, I turned around to leave and just then the craziest idea struck my mind.

I wanted to have a conversation with Aria Winthrop.

Have I ever done that before? Well, if you count her throwing insults and me walking away after a while as a conversation? Then, yeah I have. In the few years that I have known her, we never had a civil discussion. Not once. Even the first time I met her was, well I am not very fond of the memory or the particular incidents that followed. Its best to be left unsaid.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked. This was the only question I could think of to begin this little odd chat.

"Go away Adam. I'm busy." She said, annoyed. 

"You are drinking. You got time."

She sighed. "What the hell do you want?"

"A conversation,"

She shot me a dubious look. "You're kidding me right?"

"No. I'm serious. Let's talk."

She snorted. "Did you fall on your head or are you on drugs?"

I agree that this situation is a little unconventional, but there has to be first time for everything, right?

"Let's talk until Mark shows up. I'll be gone after that anyway." I insisted.

She stared at me in disbelief. Her expressions also screamed confusion. "Why are you doing this?"

"I don't know. Maybe the fact that we never talk and I thought it was about time we conversed." I said. "Civilly, I hope."

She shook her head. "This is stupid."

"C'mon. What have you got to lose?" I countered.

She thought over my offer for a moment. "Fine," She muttered.  I smiled, victoriously but it vanished the moment I noticed the evil flicker in Aria's eyes. "But, you'll have to drink with me." She said.

My eyes went wide. Drink? Out of her father's collection? No. Never!

"Uh... I'll pass."

"Then you can go." She said and pointed towards the door.