Aria is too smart for this game

He is barely three steps away when he hears her.

Aria: nice try.

He stops. Turns around.

Aria is still at the drinks table, arms crossed, looking at him with those sharp dark eyes. Not angry. Something more measured than that.

Aria: I know what you're doing.

Miles: yeah?

Aria: I don't know why. She tilts her head slightly. but I know it's a game.

Miles says nothing.

Aria: and I'm not playing.

She picks up her drink and looks at him for a moment longer, something unhurried and certain in her expression.

Aria: whatever you're after tonight. Find another way.

She turns and walks back toward her date without looking back.

Miles watches her go.

He needs to find Janice.