Aroa and Rafe were... a sort of something, but almost nothing. Complicated.

Today at the party, Rafe was flirting with Sofia, he even had his arm around her shoulders, and she had her arm on his back.

Aroa, who was sitting in front of Barry on one of the couches looked at them.

Aroa: "Can I shoot her?" She said, half joking... or not?

Barry: smirked "Not in public."

Aroa scoffed and took a sip of her drink.