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<div style="text-align: right">aven miller<br/>
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Someone had just opened the door.<br/>
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<i>This is your fault. You just had to use the kitchen, didn't you? Now you're going to die and over what? Freaking creme brulee.</i><br/>
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Aven's lips tugged into a grimace, heart accelerating harshly in her chest. Her fingers shook slightly around the rolling pin as she crouched up. He was coming from the back which meant that Aven could try to leave from the front. She had a key in her locker which unfortunately was in the back where the intruder had come from. Her eyes flickered to the area where the front door was. Aven's apartment wasn't far - just a two-mile walk. So deeply invested in her thoughts of an escape, she nearly screamed out when she saw the figure of a man holding a weapon loom over her. Aven scrambled up, about to slam her rolling pin down when she saw just who the figure was.<br/>
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Rafael.<br/>
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Which was another type of scary considering she wasn't even supposed to be in the damn restaurant. "It's just you," Aven murmured, leaning her body against the counter in relief. <br/>
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“<i>You</i> scared me! Who walks into a restaurant like that? Especially one that they own?” Aven demanded. She dropped the thick rolling pin to the counter, heart tugging erratically in her chest. Wiping a hand over the fringes that escaped her messy bun, Aven turned back towards Rafael, noting the metal spoon he had tossed onto the sleek countertop. Aven's mouth dropped open at his rebuke, thick brows knitting together so she could snap right back at him. She was too distracted by the spoon he had grabbed though. If she had been a thief, he would have been <i>extremely</i> ill-prepared. What was Rafael going to do with a spoon?<br/>
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“Do you know how dangerous it is to try and attack someone with a spoon?" Aven retorted, unable to hide the wolfish curl of her lip. "What were you going to do, hit the intruder with it til he ran out?" Aven tried not to laugh. She was just relieved that it was Rafael who had been the intruder rather than someone who could pose any serious physical damage. That and him coming at her with a spoon was a situation humorous enough for Rafael's lecture to fall onto deaf ears. She never had been quite good at listening to him anyway. When Rafael wiped a hand to his mouth, a half chortle leaving his lips, Aven's smile only further widened. <br/>
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<i>Got you now, Raf.</i> <br/>
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Nonetheless, his next words had her tensing. Aven's attention turned to the ramekins she had dusted with sugar, finger sliding over the rim. She didn't like going to the apartment when Sebastian wasn't home. She also resented it when he was at the apartment because Aven had still been too coward to tell him about Rafael. "Being here calms me," Aven admitted truthfully. Still, it had been stupid of her to come here when Alejandro was no longer the owner. She supposed she wanted to keep one aspect of the old restaurant the same - the routine that came with coming to the restaurant late at night where nothing but the sound of her whisking or cutting something filled the air. "What about you?" <br/>
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