Armaan was glad he was sitting down by the time Arya said the words 'financial advisor'. Because that sounded like an old man's job. A financial advisor. A fucking financial advisor dating a teenager. Arya was a goddamn teenager!
It was the only thing they ever really clashed on, him and Arya. He'd tried so hard to talk to both of his sisters about things like consent and healthy relationships, but he had been a kid himself, really. And his mother was on the conservative 'if we don't talk about it, it's not a thing' side, so she wasn't going to talk to the girls about creepy older men who prey on younger women.
Armaan realised he had been staring at her with his eyes really widely open for a while, and so he knocked back another several swallows of champagne. Then he said, "well who wouldn't love you, Arya," because at least that was something nice to say. Arya was a fucking delight, of course this douchbag financial asshole liked her.
"So Ethan has an adult job and several apartments. How much older is he?" Ew, was the guy like 35?!