Dario's POV
I walked into my apartment, Sophia trailing behind me. As soon as the door closed, Sophia turned to me, a pout on her face.
"I'm so bored," she said, flopping down onto the couch. "I hate it here."
I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of annoyance. "You're not exactly stuck here, Sophia. You can leave whenever you want."
Sophia's eyes narrowed, a look of anger crossing her face. "You know I'm not going anywhere, Dario. I'm stuck with you now."
I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration. Why did I always get stuck with the drama?
As I walked over to the window, I couldn't help but think about Aubrey. She was so different from Sophia - calm, collected, and intelligent. And that fiery spirit of hers... I felt a surge of attraction towards her, and quickly pushed it aside. I had no business thinking about Aubrey that way.
"What's wrong, Dario?" Sophia asked, her voice whiny.