She looked at him and stepped back.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh shit balls."</span>She said. Drawing her gun. It was a colt pistol. She stood her ground. Aria hid any emotion. She looked at the book. Her jaw tightened.<span style="font-style: italic">"Who are you."</span>Her icy blue eyes were wide with fury,curiosity...fear. She took another step back. Her gun hand steady while her other one shook.<br/><br/>The night was so still not even the wind dared rustle the leaves. The silence was unnerving, unbearable...<br/><br/>Aria swallowed the lump in her throat. She was smart enough to know she wasn't the baddest thing in town.<span style="font-style: italic">'Stay calm.'</span>she thought. Her eyes frantic searching for a way to run if things went wrong. She planned out every possibility in her head, while keeping a watch on him. She kept her guard up. Aria, all the while, hoping he wouldn't see through her bluff, took a step forward. the hand that held the gun became uneasy. She paused to regain her bluff.