The business lunch was a waste of time, just like I had imagined.

The associate talked too much and said nothing. I kept my expression neutral, my voice polite, but my mind was nowhere near strategic projections or market positioning.

It was on her.

Aria sat beside me with that composed calm she always carried, taking notes, answering when needed, refusing to fidget even when the associate rambled.

I did not look at her.

Not once.

Not because I did not want to, but ...