[center]Garry watched the girl, puzzled by her sudden snaps of anger. He hadn't done anything to provoke her and answered her questions. It's not his fault that she didn't get to hear what she wanted to hear. Taking a few more sips and finishing of his hot chocolate, red eyes looked down on her, [b]"Oh. Well, good night then,"[/b] he stood up, dusting himself off, a subconscious reaction at best.

He appeared so calm, despite the fact he was freaking out inside. It was a sense of social anxiety -- it was a mistake to have to come sit with Aria. He hadn't even know the girl and she was already so suspicious of him, [b]"And have a good one at that."[/b]
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