<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FireAiden_zps841c0083.jpg)</div>Name: Aiden Kendall<br/>Species/Element: Dark Witch - Fire Diety<br/>Wearing: Black leather pants, fingerless leather gloves, black combat boots, black sleeveless shirt<br/>Time: August 1st, After-noon Around 3:30pm<br/>Location: Town Squre - Etreinte Elégant Cafe<br/>Tag: Blake, Yana, Cali<br/><hr/><br/>A soft smirk graced the man's lips. Yana's brother had not been fixated on a cell phone, eyes glued to the screen, with his fingers dancing over the keys. His shoulders lifted and fell in a gentle shrug. If they insisted on paying for lunch, he would not deny them this satisfaction and pleasure. Aiden reclined against the back of his seat, his legs relaxed in front of him. However, he was not an ankle crosser. He wasn't a leg crosser. Though, they could eventually slid back and his feet might hook on the legs of his chair.<br/><br/>Aiden's attention was first pulled toward his sister, Cali, as his hand was out for the keys she still had in her possession. His lips tightened in a frown as his hand curled around the item of mention and still, she kept her fingers tightly entangled on them. It would appear that she was desperate to tell him that she was not that hard on the vehicle in question. Yet, she was harder than he would like.<br/><br/>New tires. That was an obvious. Possibly new rims too with the way she treated his car. He jerked on the keys until they came out of her grip, then they slid safely to home in his pants pocket. If Cali kept it up, her behavior. She would be very lucky if Aiden didn't make her walk home this evening. However, his attention was soon else where.<br/><br/>Blake angled toward him. The man was close enough that his breath could be felt washing over Aiden's ear and neck as he spoke words that were intended to him to hear alone. It was obvious that the man was trying to be sensuous in his actions and his words, referring to having Aiden for his desert after dinner or he could not accept the invitation. His attempt however, came off more as self-indulgent.<br/><br/>The two had known one another all of thirty minuets. Aiden had his standards. He was not a one night stand, in and out. No, if Blake wanted him, he would have to work for it. He would have to prove himself worthy of Aiden's attentions. Therefore, he was not impressed. In fact, his eyes narrowed dangerously as if he might burn the man through and through.<br/><br/>Just then, the waitress walked up. He watched Blake lean back in his seat and order his coke, cool and relaxed. Aiden was not a reserved individual, thus the words that came from his mouth, the whole table and the waitress would hear very clearly.<strong>"If it is dessert you want, afraid you will be disappointed, if you look anywhere other than your menu."</strong>His dark blue eyes shifted to the waitress,<strong>"Cognac. Please."</strong><br/><br/>His eyes turned back toward Blake. He had just thrown down the gauntlet, made his intentions clear. He was not a man that was easily to be had. It was Blake's move. Aiden's brow raised slightly at him,<strong>"You will find that I am not that sweet."</strong>He was watching Blake, curiously, just waiting to see what he would say or do.