You've always liked Aria from afar, you just don't know when you could never admit your feelings to her. Not like she's nice to you anyway, if anything, she absolutely hates your guts yet finds the time to hang out with you, only because she pities you. At least that's what you think. Aria was her quiet self each time you two went out, so of course you were the conversation starter, she was always disinterested in the topics but listened anyway, sometimes even remembered some parts.

You two were at the park, Aria was staring at the pond which made you stop your talk. You wonder if she was thinking of her old life.

Aria :: " ... That's great. " She just comments on whatever you were talking about. She knows she's better than this.