Awkward was the only words Lillian could describe the atmosphere in the car as they drove back to the airport.
Or maybe it was just her, since Ethan was calmly tapping away on his phone, and Aria?
She had spent the entire day glaring at Ethan even when Lillian had signalled her to stop multiple times over.
She didn't hate Ethan per say, Aria was just mad that he had made her friend sad, especially considering the fact that as an introvert, Lillian rarely if ever took the first step and the first time she did, ended up in rejection.
Luckily, Ethan didn't seem to notice the glare or rather, he chose not to since Aria's glare was clear for anyone to see, even the driver.
Every so often, she'd make a noise—a scoff, a sharp exhale—just loud enough for him to hear.
Lillian wanted to melt into the seat.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, she nudged Aria lightly with her elbow. "Please," she whispered, barely audible, "stop glaring."
