@graveflwers | ranta said: you have no dog in this fight, as the saying goes.
...UH HUH.
Aria stares skeptically. The plexiglass separating Aria from Ranta—the same barrier that exists between anyone else clocked into their gas station cashier shift at this godforsaken establishment and their insufferable customers—isn't thick enough. Aria knows this because she can still hear Ranta perfectly fine—and Ranta is still talking to her against all odds. His tenacity, his perseverance, in the face of Aria's you need to walk away right the fuck now eyes would be admirable if she had the time to admire some guy whose incessant questions and platitudes she can barely fucking understand.
"Is that what they tell you?"
No, fuck, that was a stupid question. Her hand decisively jabs the air in a gesture that could only mean Don't answer that. Maybe even Don't speak at all.
"How do you know where I work?"
Aria's tendency to get fired or quit within the first three weeks of any job she's sorry enough to accept means that she's essentially impossible to track. She'd claim to enjoy this, but deep down, the girl does still want to be found.