Aiden made a face and shrugged, knowing she was right. He preferred Stacey picking, hating all the ideas he came up with and the feeling he was being too controlling.
Aiden swirled his straw around his cold glass of water, the ice hiting the side gently making a clicking sound. He stared at the glass, listening to Stacey.
"So." He began, knowing he didn't have much of an argument.
"I like it when you pick."