Adrian's POV:

At the bar, I tossed my jacket aside and flopped onto the couch, feeling like crap.

"What's wrong? Did you just see Aria?" Nathan grabbed a clean glass and poured me some wine.

"No." I muttered, rubbing my temples, not wanting to talk about it.

"Looks like my sweet Emma gave you the cold shoulder." Nathan slid the wine glass in front of me, a teasing smirk on his face.

He was always waiting for a chance to mess ...