If she had known he was actually Pan, she would've laughed. It would have been so fitting! She would have wondered where his horns were, though.. and his goat's feet. The curly hair and the big bushy eyebrows (and yes, even his attractiveness) were certainly suiting of the God. Elena didn't hate him; she was just severely annoyed by him, and by that point, no one could have blamed her.
She whirled around with the statement and grabbed the front of his shirt with her free hand, yanking him so close that their lips almost touched. "Oh, yes," she said, sinking her voice lower and adding a sultry tone to it. "I've been wondering just what you're like in bed, Aaron. I'm desperate to know. I want to see you naked. I'm dying to know all of the little curlycue hairs on your body." She released him and her face went completely deadpan. "Not."
It appeared she wasn't going to get rid of him, so she proceeded to make her way to the back corner.. mostly out of the way of the rest of the customers, so if he continued to make a fuss, the only person he'd be bothering was her (and that was aided by the people now clearing the area once they came near --how convenient). She curled onto a huge, plush chair and placed her own coffee on the table next to it. Her book came out of her knapsack, and her legs got drawn up underneath her.. but she made sure to angle the view away from Aaron.