foot once more.
Even with his playfulness, there was some innocence on the sparkle on his eyes - he was too entranced by the amount of potatos and pasta that appeared on his plate.
"I feel special knowing it, James. . . Or would you prefer to call you sir?"
He made an over exaggerated surprised face, chuckling a bit.
To be honest, Aaron wasn't exactly targeting anyone being there. . . But, if James wanted to play. . .
"No. I only fish for the hottest ones."
Aaron replied, giving him a smirk while caressing the man's
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Obviously not. But James saw enough to know Aaron wasn't such a piece of shit as he heard. Quite the opposite.
βAaron . . . If I didn't know better, I'd say you've targeted me by standing next to my car.β
He smirked maliciously, feeling his foot. β
"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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James smirked. So he had a nice taste.
βYes, I do.β
He hummed, looking into the young man's eyes.
βOh, how problematic you are, how you always talk back, how you have no respect. I heard a few things, yes.β
James kept a small smirk, noticing his bitterness. β
and smiled at him. Of course he was interested in something else - but, at least, he was being nice about it. Even called him sweet. . . In that rate, Aaron would end up believing James.
"Is that so."
He nodded, searching for James' foot under the table and touching
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"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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βWhy were you touching my brand new Mercedes, by the way ?β
James asked softly, raising his blue eyes to give Aaron a knowing look, accompanied by a smirk.
βFunny, you never asked how I already knew your name . . .β
He mused, straightening the already straight table cloth. β
to go somewhere else than home that he didn't realize such detail.
"So you know her. . . Bet she was talking about how I'm a pain in her brother's ass, right?"
Aaron replied sarcastically, a bit bitterly as well.
"And somehow, I still caught your interest."
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usually don't go taking poor dudes out to lunch, even more when they were touching their brand new Mercedes"
He blurted out, glancing at James with a creased forehead.
"Why are you doing this? And no, I'll not buy that you're happy you closed a huge deal."
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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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.
βSure, what is it ?β
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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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.
βMillionaire. I deal multi million sells on a daily basis.β
He smiled, pointing briefly at the menu in his hands. β
and soon was again wide-eyed - this time, at the prices.
"200 bucks for a plate of steak? You are a billionaire, James?"
He asked, his bluntness also showing his innocence - something he always tried to hide.
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.