being the other woman had never exactly been aria's style, so when she found out that she had inadvertently become it, well, she wasn't pleased. not to mention honesty was always the best policy in her book. promptly cutting things off and deciding the classy thing to do would be to offer an apology to the other girl, considering the two were clearly the victims in this situation. so after being the nosy being she was notorious for, asking around, various friends until finally she found herself at the address she'd been texted. luxor was her name, she was cute, a conclusion aria had made after creeping the girl's instagram. she had thought about sending her a simple dm, but that felt so—tacky. instead, here she was, making her way up to the door and knocking against it. she was nervous to say the least, half expecting to find up fighting off the girl, but hoping for the best. but before she knew it, the door was opening and aria couldn’t stop the word vomit. “hi, wow you’re even prettier in person. but um, i’m aria, um, i was accidentally fucking your boyfriend as you know. and i really am super sorry about it, i had no idea. if i did, i never would have. i’m not into being anybody’s side chick, and i especially don’t like being lied to about it. but i hope we can like, be cool, and good, and maybe you know, be friends? sorry if this is super weird i just. i don’t know, please don’t claw my eyes out though. i’d rather you just — slam the door in my face or something.”