"Like—possessive?" she asks carefully.
"No! No! Not like that. He didn't mean it... like that. He just..." I am flailing wildly in the air with my hands.
"He seemed certain."
She nods slowly. "Okay."
"And when I asked what he meant, he did not just blow it off," I go on, the words spilling out faster now. "He didn't joke. He didn't flirt his way out of it. He just, like... told me stuff."
"Such as?"
"That he's been coming to my bakery for months." I said, then laughed a little. "That he fell in love with me the first day he saw me."
Aria's eyes widen. "Shut up."
"I can't," I say miserably. "My mouth keeps talking."
"So?"
"So, he was too scared to approach me." I shake my head. "Which makes zero sense because you saw him. He looks like trouble but in a really rich way."
She snickers. "Accurate."
"And you—" I said, pointing at her. "You caught him staring and almost beat him up."
"Almost," she said like she was bragging.
