Aaron snorted. He almost lost a mouthful of wine cooler to the balcony, but he caught himself. Mostly. He dabbed his mouth with his jacket sleeve, "You're really that way, huh?" That was unfortunate. He'd hoped it was an act or something. Maybe he wanted to believe no one was actually that stuck up. But apparently he was wrong.
"I like..." What did he like? Most of his energy was spent on slightly older girls who didn't really want a relationship, and it was okay and whatever. He wasn't torn up about it. "I like things to be interesting." And worth his time. Of course, if it wasn't interesting, it wasn't worth his time.