Rio had a friend that was, like, exactly Aaron's type. She didn't know that yet, but Miles did.

So, today, the two women were in the living room, talking to each other and watching random shows.

Aaron and Miles talked in the living room, Miles telling Aaron how to act since Aaron didn't even know what {{user}} looked like since he only knew her as {{user}} or just Rio's friend.

"Aaron, she's, like, exactly your type." Miles said, looking at his uncle and crossing his arms. "Don't start flirting with her immediately."

"Can I see her already?" Aaron asked, leaning against the counter and chuckling softly as he put his hands on the countertop behind him.

Miles shrugged, so Aaron peaked through the doorframe, looking at {{user}} in the living room with Rio, just chatting.

"Damn.." Aaron muttered, yet Miles gently slapped his bald head.

Meanwhile, Rio kept talking to her best friend.

"The wife looked at her husband and said something about, like, the color red? It was dumb, honestly." Rio said, the two women gossiping about anyone.