He’d left himself open for that one, hadn’t he? Simply by choosing this place. Aiden should have known it was obvious that someone like him was hardly eating here every week but he’d wanted to see what it was like, just to know and prove to the rather intimidating Mr. Price that he wasn’t afraid to ask for things others might deem to forward, or rude.
“Alexander Moretti offered to take me here. I got caught up in a story and we couldn’t make it, so I wanted to see what it was like.” He said evenly. This meal wasn’t a date, after all, and it wasn’t as if he should be embarrassed that the meal with Alexander had been.