When Arya excused herself to speak to her boyfriend, Armaan rose from his chair as well. He took the opportunity to clean a little, stowing the pizza in the fridge and grabbing the box of Twinkies from the kitchen counter. He was sitting again when Arya returned, the box sitting on the coffee table between them.
Arya looked so sad, and Armaan's brow furrowed. Oh god, had the older man broken her heart already?! "Oh, hey-" he rose from the chair to cross the room so he could hug her. "You can have as many Twinkies as you want," he promised her. "Are you alright?"