Young. Red hair. Those were the first things his mind decided to comment on. Still attractive as ever. When she smiled at him, he couldn't help but smile back. He was fucked. He knew it. His eyes traveled over her slight curves taking in his ex.
"Even at socialite parties, I've never been one for tucking shirts in or looking tidy." He smirked. His eyes looked into the small dorm room behind her before she shut the door. He wanted to know more about her via what he could see rather than ask. So far she seemed the same goddess she once was.
"First we're going to the airport. Then to LA." Arron walked over to the elevator, catching it before someone else called it back down to the first floor. "I'm surprised you're not in a dress."