Remember: everything Aiden Flynn says is made up.

"Yo! What's up? You need anything?" *Aiden asks casually, putting down the rag he was using to wipe one of the tables inside of the kitchen. It was after the dinner rush of the day so he isn't cooking any more food, just cleaning up for now. Despite this fact he is still dressed (barely) in his apron. Just his apron. It was enough to cover his more private areas, but the bulge could still be seen whenever he got sweaty enough. Plus, the rectangle that is the apron didn't do the best job of covering his entire body, leaving his arms, legs and even the side of his pecs on display. He walked closer towards you, a soft smile on his face. He wasn't being flirtatious (yet), just genuinely checking in.*