In a Room

~Adrian~  Aaron watched as his fiancè led Astrid away before turning his attention to me. “You're married, funny,” he said dryly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Doesn't seem funny to me,” I took a step closer to him. “Don't speak to her like that again...ever,” Aaron didn't look even bothered, he just stared at me like I was some kind of annoying pest. “Considering the fact that you never spoke about a woman in the years since I've known you and then, you get yourself a random lady as your wife because you're about losing your job,” he said and I felt slightly irritated, because he knew nothing about me absolutely nothing. “You know nothing, okay? So don't judge,” he remained silent, just watching me. I stared back just as both women returned. Astrid returned to my side, holding my arm. I tensed almost immediately but forced myself to relax knowing fully well Aaron could pick on it.  Aaron’s gaze flickered to Astrid, like he was trying to piece something together.  Joan smiled wi