Following the conclusion of our lunch, Aria and I decided to find a secluded space to engage in a private conversation.
Alex, in particular, appeared somewhat disheartened, likely harboring the wish to ask Aria out once more.
Nevertheless, it seemed he was slowly realizing Aria's lack of interest in him, evident in her interactions that often left him ignored.
Even Louise, Tristan, and I found ourselves in a slightly awkward position, observing the dynamics that unfolded between Aria and Alex.
The atmosphere in the private training room became charged with an unexpected intensity as Aria posed a direct question, her crimson eyes fixed on me like unyielding rubies.
As she traversed the center of the training floor, she halted, turning to face me with a gravity that demanded sincerity.
"Adrian," she began, her voice carrying a weight that echoed through the room her crimson red eyes hot through me with intensity, "What do you think of me?"