Maybe if Ara had been feeling more charitable, and maybe if his words had been a little more polite, Ara might’ve actually moved. Getting into another fight probably wasn’t the best idea right now – not after the fuss her sister and half her friends caused last time, not to mention the teacher’s. Her detention record was ridiculous. However she wasn’t, and his words weren’t, so she didn’t.
Making herself comfortable, Ara eyed Roman with mild irritation. “I think I’m pretty good here, thanks. Nice view from this side, ya know? ‘Sides, someone should watch you to make sure you don’t accidentally topple out a window from drinking too much.”
A heavy sigh slipped past his lips as he shook his head. Unbelievable. Of course, one of the most frustrating of his old friends would have to take the seat next to him. Roman gave up right on the spot at the sound of her voice, knowing that any attemp to get her to leave would be absolutely useless.
“Ara,” another sigh left him, “it’d probably be better than sitting her -- toppling out of a window that is. Are you sure you don’t have someplace else to be?”
