She was slowly coming to the awareness that he was a) egotistical, b) enjoyed listening to himself talk, and c) didn't really care what anyone thought of him (aside from the fact that he liked making people laugh, often at other people's expense). He was cute, but completely not her type; though lately, Elena didn't really have a type.. that wasn't a textbook or one of her romance novels.
"And I don't want to find out," she said flatly, and her beautiful features scrunched up in an obvious show of disgust. "Honestly? A five-year-old trapped in a.. twenty-two-year-old's body." Because that was the way he behaved. Her eyebrows raised as he attempted to guess her age (and failed quite poorly). She placed one hand on the counter and tapped it with her fingernails, quite impatient to get her drink and find a corner and read her book and forget that this entire situation had ever happened. "Not all people," she snipped.
The attendant handed her back her credit card and she strolled to the appropriate side to wait for her drink, too, sighing as poor Bob was once more made a fool of. "Elena. No h." Not that it mattered, since she had NO plans to see this idiot again. Her drink was finally passed over, and she took it while Aaron's was also handed to him. "Bye, now. Enjoy your coffee." And leave me the hell alone. She headed toward the back of the store, which was less crowded, completely prepared to ignore everything and finish her chapter.