“Not that I mind, you've just caught my interest. You have my undivided attention and believe me, that is expensive.”
He smiled, chewing on a piece of meat.
Obviously not. But James saw enough to know Aaron wasn't such a piece of shit as he heard. Quite the opposite.
“Aaron . . . If I didn't know better, I'd say you've targeted me by standing next to my car.”
He smirked maliciously, feeling his foot. —
"Of course she did."
Aaron laughed in a snarky, sarcastic manner. Obviously, his aunt didn't mention the punches, the alcoholism, the offenses.
That's why he enjoyed school - there he could be other than himself. He liked to learn, liked to wonder about other worlds, other
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As the waitress brought their food, James smiled at the younger, waiting for the waitress to go before speaking again.
“So, Aaron. You do this often ? Fishing for older men.”
He asked bluntly, starting to eat slowly. —
“Yes you have. I've seen nothing but a nice young man. Quite sweet, to be honest.”
He hummed, chuckling softly.
“Is that right ? I'd love that very much.”
James smirked. So he had a nice taste.
“Yes, I do.”
He hummed, looking into the young man's eyes.
“Oh, how problematic you are, how you always talk back, how you have no respect. I heard a few things, yes.”
James kept a small smirk, noticing his bitterness. —
"Why I shouldn't? That's a nice car."
He chuckled playfully, seeing that smirk and noticing how much it affected himself. . .
Upon hearing his comment about knowing his name, Aaron's smile faded for a bit. In fact, he never thought about that. . . He was just too desperate
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you for a day, perhaps getting a little kiss of appreciation by the end of it.”
He hummed, smiling at the younger.
“I'm not saying that's the price— I'm saying I'm interested.”
“Why were you touching my brand new Mercedes, by the way ?”
James asked softly, raising his blue eyes to give Aaron a knowing look, accompanied by a smirk.
“Funny, you never asked how I already knew your name . . .”
He mused, straightening the already straight table cloth. —
Aaron kept his silence for a few minutes, observing the man moving the objects on the table.
What was going on with him - how James was able to left him speechless? Few people in the world were able to do so.
"I'm not saying you're a bad man and such, but. . . Rich dudes
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“You're the nephew of my secretary, that's how I knew. In my line of work, I listen to people, so I listened to her talking about you. And when I saw you, I figure I should take you out because you're a very pretty young man . . . And I thought to myself that I could pamper —
James smiled at him and hummed, making his own request to the waitress. As she walked out, he adjusted himself on his chair, looking into his eyes in a smile.
“Sure, what is it ?”
James adjusted the objects on the table in front of him for his liking. Calmly. Slowly.
"Wow."
The young man repeated, amazed, as if the wonders never stopped. He nodded, keeping his eyes on the menu.
"Bourj. . . What the. . . This French? Oh, it says 'potato' under it."
Aaron muttered to himself, still loud enough for James to hear.
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“Don't worry about the price. Just ask what you want.”
James kept the smirk while admiring him, finding his innocence refreshing, specially as he lived amongst snakes.
James already knew what he was going to eat, so he just sat relaxedly, watching the younger with the menu. In a smirk, James answered casually.
“Millionaire. I deal multi million sells on a daily basis.”
He smiled, pointing briefly at the menu in his hands. —
Usually, Aaron always had a smart reply ready, but James was able to even knock that out of him.
He sighed, resorting to follow him to the table in silence - his eyes scanning the surroundings with curiosity. Opening the menu, Aaron looked at the options for a bit
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"I'll take that as a yes."
James smiled, taking off his sunglasses to save them in his coat's breast pocket. Smiling at a waitress, he followed her as she guided them to his favorite seat by the window.
"Please."
He pointed the seat to Aaron, fetching the menu.
It all seemed dreamy to him. At first, he thought the place was an hotel or something fancy like that - Aaron kept staring at it with wide eyes, even more when James gave the car keys to someone who worked just parking. . .
"Wow."
He mumbled, finally looking at the man.
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"Patience . . ."
He smiled softly, briefly looking at the younger as he drove towards the restaurant, stopping in front of it. It was a luxurious. Giving his keys to the worker to park his car, he looked at Aaron with a smile.
"Hungry ?"
"Alllright. James."
He replied, a sly smile forming on his lips as he noticed the man getting his sunglasses on the car. Without noticing, Aaron licked his lips while wearing the seatbelt.
"So. . . Where are we going?"
"Nah."
James smiled, leaning towards the other to open the glove compartment, fetching his sunglasses. Putting them on, he turned the engine on, smiling at the other.
"James. Seatbelt."
He pointed at the younger with his chin before driving out of the parking lot.
Giving him a good, long look, Aaron nodded and sat in the passenger seat. He was unable to not stare at the interior, his eyes wide and full of wonder; the car looked even better there.
"Can't be worse than home. I mean, you are rich. Sure you won't want to stain
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"Mhm, no. Made a great sell today, so I'm in a nice mood."
He smiled, entering the car, waiting for him.
"Not afraid of stranger danger, are we ?"
James chuckled, tapping the wheel with his thumb.
The young man looked at the car, then at the man, then at the vehicle once more.
"Hey, man, you sure you don't want to kill me for touching your car?"
Aaron playfully chuckled, resting his hands inside his coat's pockets.
"Sure, why not?"
"Well . . ."
James approached the car, opening the door. Instead of entering, he hummed, stopping by it.
"I'm going to have my lunch at the restaurant downtown. Would you like to come ?"
He asked calmly, resting an arm on the door.
"Oh."
Upon hearing him, Aaron instantly straightened himself, getting away from the Mercedes.
That man. . . He puzzled him. With his elegance, with the way he seemed to read his mind. . . Aaron looked away for a bit, trying to recompose himself.
"Yeah. Kinda."
"Oh, well. You're leaning on my car. Figure I'd be courteous instead of a dick. I'm in a good mood."
James smiled and pointed at the black Mercedes behind the younger.
"Not really used to people caring for you, mhm ?"
Even if that the stranger was handsome, that kind of questions made Aaron feel a bit wary. He crossed his arms in front of his body, looking at the man.
"Not really a good place."
He replied, eyes glued at the stranger.
"I'm sorry, sir, but why you're so interested in me?"
James leaned to take a look at the car and then at Aaron again, smirking playfully.
“It really is nice.”
Straightening his posture, he hummed.
“Cancelled. Well. Why wouldn't you want to go home ?”
He asked curiously, resting a hand in his pant's pocket.
That man looked nice. . . Even nicer with that smile of his. Aaron smiled as well, feeling something strange on his stomach.
"Nice, uh? I was just here, thinking about life. I was going to school but classes got canceled, so, huh. Don't really wanna go back home tonight."
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James opened a smile. He was joking but well, being a salesman, he was good at reading people.
“Me ? No, I don't think so. So, uhm. What's up with the car ?”
He pointed at the Mercedes Aaron was leaning on — his Mercedes, but didn't mentioned it yet.
"Uh. . . Yeah."
He replied, his answer applying to both his questions - about his name and about school. Curious, Aaron arched an eyebrow.
"Do I know you, sir?"