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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Everything looks great. There are three appetizers to choose from, four main courses, and three choices for dessert so there should be very little complications," They were all the main popular and tested items - ones they would start off with solely on the day of the grand opening because of the rush. Surprisingly, Aven wasn't nervous about the actual grand opening in terms of food, atmosphere, and the entire dining experience. Everyone was working around the clock to perfect the experience that plenty traveled for because of the promised Rafael Silva. Expectations were high, but the manner in how everyone in the kitchen worked was even higher.  No one wanted to be on the other end of Rafael's disappointment. <br/>
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It was the <i>other</i> part she was nervous about - about Danielle and Sebastian. She teetered at the brink of regret for bringing up the grand opening in the first place. Not in any one of Aven's hyperactive imagination did she see this going in a way that fully favorable. She was worried that Sebastian would lose his cool or Danielle would or if she herself would. Aven couldn't count on her fingers the amount of time that the sight of seeing Danielle with Rafael had royally pissed Aven off - even when she had no right to be jealous at all. <br/>
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Aven pivoted the menu towards Rafael, displaying the elegant black writing in cursive with the dish names followed by their brief descriptions in minuscule, italic writing. "In terms of menu, you have nothing to worry about. Everything's going fantastic, Rafael. People are going to leave here <i>raving,</i>" It was easy to say. She had an inkling that her words would fall on heedless ears considering this was <i>his</i> new restaurant and pressure compacted Rafael more than anyone else. Still, she knew Rafael, knew his talents. Before he'd been her anything, he'd been her mentor first and Aven wasn't the type to just blindly follow. <br/>
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Aven's eyes flicked upward and around them. Not one person paid heed to Rafael and Aven. Not one of them pivoted from their duties, shouting out different orders, preparation tasks, and all the in-between. The night hadn't even started yet and Aven felt the exhaustion thrum over her bones, furthered by spending her night with Rafael and then spending the other half wracked with guilt. <br/>
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"I told Sebastian that you're my boss last night," Aven murmured, dropping her tone an octave lower. Her fingers idly rubbed over the edge of the menu, feeling the rigid form of the well-made card as a method to distract herself from Rafael's gaze. "He's going to come today as support," Aven didn't delve into all the details. She just thought letting Rafael know would be a good thing - the right thing to do in this sea of wrongness they were creating. Hesitantly, Aven looked up to meet Rafael's blue eyes. She wondered if he changed his mind about tonight. She wondered if <i>she</i> did. <br/>
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"I...told him that it's just work between us," She'd implied that they weren't even friends anymore. Aven was still unsure if Sebastian believed her. Even without the sex, if Aven were him and had gotten into even a snippet of her mind, Aven wouldn't trust herself. </span><br/>
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