Jaren looks at her. He really hadn't spoke up for her. He hadn't even truly done it for her. He was merely helping his "big brother" Raphiel out. He knew the guy was new. And boss had him signed up to learn English for a fourth of his working hours. Boss still paid him just paid him part time wages for the part of his shift he was learning  English. He was forced to actually look at her other than out the side of his eye.<br/><br/>He turns his head just enough to look at her. Those oversized frames kept falling. Revealing a pair of pale turquiose blue eyes. Right up until he pushed them back up. "Oh? That is not surprising. Raphiel is new. He is a transfer tender from France. Luckily for Boss Man Leon...I am fluent in nearly any language out there." he shrugs and tries to pretend he was invisible.<br/><br/>He turned a tiny tint pink as the clearly attractive woman leaned towards him. Causing him  out of shyness to lean back just a bit. "I am not surprised. I am normally in back. I help the Boss Man with his finances, accounts, and other such things. Even repairing computer based equipment such as the bass amplifiers." he says honestly.<br/><br/>He discreetly shifts so there is that comfort zone of space between them again. His cheeks held a very faint hue of pink to them. He was blushing. He blushed easily. He had no experience with real life things...such as females. He was a virgin yet this fact didn't bother him. Girls rarely were into the bookworm types. They were just a level above nerd and two above dork and three above geek.<br/><br/>"I don't recall seeing you in here before either." he finally manages to get out without too much shy and nervous stammering tones within his words. He looks around and sighs. "This is my family. The people here. From the bouncers to the strippers...they are all my family. You can ask anyone of them...they'll tell you the same exact thing." he falls silent. Ordering another soda mug in french. He takes a sip. "My name is Jaren. I've worked here since I turned 10." he says. He was being honest. "Anyways..." he goes to say something when a male stripper who knew Electra walked over.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey...little brother Jaren. Wazzup?" he asks in on of those cool guy voices. He looks at Electra the look he shot her clearly said don't you be trying nothing with little brother here. He then hands Jaren fifty dollars. "That's for the tip that got me my dream girl. You might not be relationship ready but you sure as hell know how to teach us guys who are the right way to get the dream girl. Duces Bro...I'm out. Gotta date with the hottie." he bounces out the front door. Bounces figuratively.</span><br/><br/>Jaren looks at her. "My name is Jaren. That was my best friend Logan." he says. Shrugging. "He is always a bit weird like that." he says. Shoving the fifty dollars deep into his jean pockets.