Aaron had only been in Seattle for a few weeks, and already it felt like a lifetime. He had a daily grind, except for the fact that his "day" was 24 hours long due to Job's random bouts of eccentric insanity. He had friends, sort of. What else would you call Poe and the masks of Seattle that barely knew he existed? Between the guilt of turning Poe down - he could have just asked, though - and the general indecision of trying to fit into the clearly impenetrable ball of the mask scene, it was a wonder Aaron was functioning at all.
When he heard a knock at his door, his first impulse was to hide under his bed. Sitting up with a gasp, he rolled out of bed, smoothing a hand absently over his cowlicks. Who the heck would be knocking on his door? In a moment of panic, he wondered if Job had tracked him there. Oh god, what if he was standing in the hall, drunk, rambling about his haggis?
Aaron paused outside the door, as if he could hear the booze that would surely be on Job's breath. When he realized that he couldn't just not answer, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the horror that was about to come. He twisted the doorknob, biting his lower lip, and looking like death was coming to claim him as he opened the door.
Boy, was he wrong.
When he saw a hot redheaded girl standing outside of his door instead of a drunk and raving Job, Aaron's jaw visibly dropped. He didn't even realize that his hair was a cowlicked mess, his shirt was wrinkled, and his jeans were practically falling off his hips. "Hi," he finally said, eyes growing wider exponentially. "Uh..." he started, straightening up slightly. "C-Can I...help you with something?"