Behind The Mask
One more insult and I might forget the entire point of this meeting.
Taking a slow sip of my cocktail, I chuckled softly. “Let’s start over, shall we?” I set my glass down and extended my hand across the table. “Hello, I’m Aria Everhart.”
He didn’t take my hand. Instead, he folded his legs, leaned back, and said, “I already know that.”
I dropped my hand, exhaling through my nose. “Okay, then, are you going to introduce yourself, or do I have to read your Wikipedia page?”