Ah, I see, I’ve had foster moms with new boyfriends. Everything else seems to go out the window.
Exactly. They get in that love bubble and nothing else fucking matters.
Or you just like to put your nose into my stuff.
Get over yourself, Aria.
He’s smart, still wondering why you’ve always been at our place before.
Mike prefers to hang out at home.
Why didn’t Mike and you never met up there?
I think he lost interest in me a while ago.
They are looking at me, are they? Also I saw the police car two times in front of my house today, driving, but still.
Rosewood’s finest for you.