Aria glanced at the waitress faintly, and then walked in.
Inside the room, it was a bit dark but a classical music playing. Tyron was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and shaking it lightly with his eyes closed. He looked relaxed and at ease.
“I’m here.” Aria, standing behind the sofa, said to the man in front of her.
The man stopped shaking the wine glass and opened his eyes suddenly.
His eyes were sharper when he didn’t wear the glasses. Especially when he looked at Aria, she couldn’t help but trembled, as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Aria didn’t like the look in his eyes, so she subconsciously looked away.
Tyron smiled, he looked at his watch, “Nine fifty-eight. Good, you’re not late.”
Aria did not answer.
He patted the position beside him, “Why are you standing there? Sit down!”
Aria walked towards the sofa.