Riley somehow forgot that Aya was relentless like this, and that the short woman had always had a knack for observing everything and everyone.
Maybe it came with her interests and passion, but she still seemed as tenacious as before.
Then again, it had been so long since he had last seen his friends that he couldn't even help but be surprised by things that he should have known.
She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And while I wouldn't normally say shit, you know my sister right? She's pregnant and what do you know?"
"She suddenly got jars and jars of pickles. PICKLES! And we both know that woman hated pickles with a burning passion!"
Aya straightened and wagged a finger at him. "So. Context clues, my friend. And really, I'm asking because I have to say something to Bailey or she'll kill me if she finds out I bumped into you and didn't say anything."
Riley choked as his longtime block mate paid with her card.
