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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Sebastian had never thought of himself as the bachelor type, but with his work and lifestyle, it only seemed more befitting that he kept his relationships as casual as possible. Living with Aven had never been anything more than a roommate situation. That wasn’t to say it didn’t take long for the two of them to become friends. He listened to her rant and rave on her longest days coming from the restaurant she had started at. Those first few weeks were brutal as it was clear Aven was dealing with more stress than work.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">By the time she felt comfortable opening up to him about the details of her past, he’d began to open up his heart to her. His interest in her was never supposed to be about pressure. He only understood her previous relationship had been quite difficult and to some extent traumatic and from that, he offered to take things slow. Knowing about the affair between her and Rafael had been alarming, but as the months passed and their relationship grew, Sebastian found himself leaning more into commitment than ever.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He knew to be delicate with Aven as she had given her heart away before, but surprisingly found her even more open toward the idea of loving him and moving on. He wasn’t sure what the shift was, or when she had gotten over Rafael, but he was glad to know that chapter of her life was over. There were new beginnings planned for them, especially with him working toward opening his own bar.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He returned late which wasn't unusual. He expected Aven to still be asleep. He tried his hardest to be quiet but considering they both were not strangers to coming in late after work, he figured Aven would still be dog tired. A shower was absolutely necessary, and he’d started to run the water, knowing how slow the pipes of their apartment were to warm up. After his shower, Sebastian exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. He had started toward the dressers when he noticed Aven stirred in the bed. A grin spread across his face as he spotted her eyes taking him in, but there was a dim light across his expression that led him to worry. He knew there was a change in management and suspected Aven was dealing with those issues and so close to the grand opening, she was bound to be stressed.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Hey,” he said softly as he approached. <br/>
<i>“I have to tell you something.”</i><br/>
Sebastian managed to calm his need to overthink and hear her out.<br/>
<i>“Remember how I told you about the new team coming in and how tomorrow is the grand opening. I never told you who the manager was.”</i><br/>
“I bet he's a dick just jealous,” Sebastian started, thinking maybe they were already butting heads.<br/>
<i>"It's....Rafael."</i><br/>
Sebastian took a moment to register what she had just told him. He shifted on the bed and angled his body toward her as though that would help at all with the confusion.<br/>
“Rafael . . . your –” Sebastian caught himself, his dark brows pinched in the middle of his forehead. He pushed his long dirty blonde locks back, catching the dip of water that began along the side of his face. “That Rafael?” Sebastian grumbled and pulled back. How could she wait until now to tell him about this? This couldn't have been something just spring on her. He knew Rafael from Avens descriptions and imagined the devil had his hands in every bit of the restaurant; he wasn’t some silent owner or a man willing to give up his head chef position. He’d been confused, thinking that there was no way he had moved to Seattle and if so . . . how long had he been here with Aven knowing? And Aven not telling him? The hurt couldn’t be pulled from his response as he was too tired to try to hide it.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“I’m confused – Aven. Why would you hide this?” Sebastian was always a temperate man, less prone to outbursts and wild anger. It was something he thought that she liked about him, it was different than the horror stories and the image she presented Rafael, the cheater, to be.</span></div>