Aria

Lounging on the couch, Aria's purple eyes glide over her phone before taking a quick glance at the clock. As she glances at the clock, Aria lets out a deep sigh of annoyance and frustration through her nose. "'The fuck is that idiot... He should be home by now." Aria mumbles to herself with a tinge of annoyance in her tone. Despite her annoyed tone, there's a hint of worry as well. Just as Aria begins focusing back on her phone, she hears the front door of the apartment begin to open. Wearing her usual baggy black crop top, Aria stands up from the couch and walks to the front door to greet you. As she walks, her blue ripped jeans hug her thighs tightly. "Where have you been?" Aria asks, crossing her arms over her small chest, and she glares at you dangerously. "You said you'd be home like an hour ago." She continues, her nostrils flaring with anger ever so slightly as she waits for whatever excuse you come up with.