[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=steelblue]A I D E N   R O T H:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 22[SUP]ND[/SUP] - 11:25 AM | Voltaire University[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]Making his way around the buffet, Aiden felt his stomach growl at each new smell that wafted in front of him. The pleasant aroma of french toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham and numerous other breakfast foods was almost overwhelming as he continued to fill his plate with more than he could possibly eat. Returning to the table, Aiden noticed a cup of coffee awaiting him as he raised a slight eyebrow. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy coffee, it was that he was in turn a bit of a snob when it came to coffee. The smell of the dark beverage alerted him to the fact it was a medium roast, brewed for the average consumer. Aiden had to stop his nose from wrinkling, he valued taste above all else and medium and light roasts simply paled in comparison to a dark roast in terms of flavour. However, he didn't want to offend Whitney and so as he placed his plate on the table, he reached for the mug, taking a delicate sip of the beverage and swallowed slowly. 

[B][color=steelblue]"Coffee's good here."[/COLOR][/B] He lied as he made a face of enjoyment before putting the mug down. [B][color=steelblue]"You should go get some food, you didn't have to wait for me to return."[/COLOR][/B] He said with a smile. [B][color=steelblue]"There's a lot of selection up there, and a whole lot of bacon. They've even got Canadian Bacon if you're into that stuff. It's too much like ham for me personally. Fruit too for the lighter appetites."[/color][/b] He stated as he began to pour syrup onto a couple pieces of french toast and a Belgium waffle already doused in a combination of whipped cream and strawberry sauce. 

As Whitney made her way towards the buffet, Aiden studied her slowly. She seemed almost [i]off[/i], as though coming here with him had been a mistake. Or perhaps he was laying on the whole [i]date[/i] act a little too heavy. Maybe she was just looking for a friend and not a boyfriend. He did already know that Whitney had her life planned out, perhaps something like this was too much of an uncontrolled variable for her?

[B][color=steelblue][i]Naw, she can't be that much of a control freak.[/i][/color][/b]

He chuckled to himself as he loaded his fork full of hashbrowns, spooning the seasoned potatoes into his mouth before looking up and noticing Whitney's return. Wiping his face quickly with a nearby napkin, Aiden sat back and took another swig of the coffee, for a second forgetting it wasn't exactly to his liking as the tasteless brew hit his tongue.

[B][color=steelblue]"So, if Nirvana's just '[i]alright[/i]'"[/color][/b] He said making air quotes, [B][color=steelblue]"What type of music does [i]Whitney Carter[/i] actually enjoy?"[/color][/b] Aiden asked leaning back in his chair as he studied the blonde in front of him. He had never met anyone who was both as confident as Whitney and yet seemingly wanting to disappear against the wall. She had a quiet air of mystery about her, and maybe that's what he was infatuated with, the idea of her. Perhaps she thought similar about him, but Aiden wasn't about to get his hopes up. 

[B][color=steelblue][i]Maybe she's Mormon, magic underwear and all.[/i][/color][/b]

The thought was both entertaining and discouraging as Aiden pushed it from his head, turning his attention to Whitney as she answered his question.[/INDENT][/INDENT]