Aaron snorted and flicked what was left of his cigarette over the edge of the balcony. He was pretty sure he'd just found his entertainment for the evening. "Well, you know. It's a living." He shrugged with an air of false modesty. He stuffed the money back into his pocket.
"Coy? Me? I don't know the meaning of the word, Miss Patel. And Aaron LaVigne is no one's sugar daddy."