Aria stilled, then slowly lifted her gaze to him, irritation clearly on her face.

“You again?” she said flatly. “Do you have a hobby, or is harassing me your full-time job?”

Marco leaned in slightly, lowering his voice this time.

“We’re not done talking.”

Aria let out a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it.

“We were never talking. You were talking. I was tolerating.”

His expression darkened. “Aria, stop making a scene.”

That made her smile a dangerous faint.

“A scene?” she repeated softly. “You followed me to my workplace, blocked my way, and you think I’m the one making a scene?”

A few nearby customers were...