He watched as the cup flew out of her hands in what felt like slow motion. Oh well. She could always get another, but then, she was probably right. She didn't seem to need more, for now. But then the shout came from below.
"What?!" His eyes widened as he peered over the balcony. He shot Annie a nasty look that said 'you are the worst friend' and waved to the unfortunate pedestrian. "Sorry, man. Butter fingers." He wiggled them at the unfortunate college kid in demonstration, "But I hear beer is great for hair. You're welcome."
Aaron turned back to Annie with another glare, "Why are we friends again?"