Aaron turned his head, finally giving the young man beside him a proper look.
To be fair, the guy was handsome. Annoyingly so. The kind of face that might make girls glance twice in the hallway — sharp jawline, confident posture, an easy smile that said I've never once had to beg for attention.
Of course, he wasn't that handsome. As far as Aaron was concerned, no one could top him. If looks were a competition, he was the undisputed champion and the rest were just competing for second place.
Still… this one wasn't far behind.
"And you are?" Aaron asked, his tone casual but his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning him the way a merchant sizes up a potential customer.
"Michael. Your senior," the man replied with a smile, voice smooth enough to pass for a practiced charmer.
Aaron smirked. "Hah. Where are my manners? Senior, please don't hold this against me and mark me for death during the event. I hope we can get along."
