Aria's POV

I park my car at the coffee shop and take extra time to make sure my bun is slick. It's ridiculous how I took my precious time to look this good. I'm not supposed to care about others' opinions about me.

I'm just... self-conscious.

I grab my bag and leave the car. The doors to the coffee shop swoosh open and I scan the place. It's empty save for a couple occupying the front table. This is why I picked this place. On Monday evenings, it's usually deserted and perfect for a tutor ...