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</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 51, 56)">Rafael didn’t need to look at Aven for too long to know that she still looked good. He had seen that body plenty of times before and could trace out every inch of her in his mind alone, though his fingers did tingle with the memories of where they had once glided. He stuck his hands under his armpits then as he crossed his arms over his chest, rocking slightly on his heels. He was glad the conversation between them allowed for his thoughts to be occupied rather than going down memory lane. And Rafael wasn’t going to romanticize the affair, no matter how he felt about Aven. He had really broken her heart and of course Danielle’s in the process of his selfishness and of course the two of them had some nasty moments. How often had his lashing out on her been very close to a rage that surpassed any physical bounds? Yet, she saw past the terror of a man he was because she had experienced Rafael in his tender moments. Aven had been there for him in times even Danielle wasn’t and that was because he trusted her more than anyone which was hard to believe.<br/>
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“Well, you know the restaurant is doing so well In New York, figured it wouldn’t hurt to have another successful one under my belt.” He gave her a dimpled grin, his eyes flickering toward her lips but back to her eyes. Had she been keeping tabs on him? Or had she just every now and then come across news about him. It wasn’t that hard considering he had graced a few publications that he knew that she read often.  “I’m sure you’ve been killing it up here hm?” Rafael wouldn’t have been surprised and it seemed he was right as Alejandro soon approached the two and already was raving about the woman. He spoke of her with admiration and Rafael had done the same. There was no bitter hate toward Aven for how things ended and being able to stand before her and have this casual conversation was proof that what was done was done for the good. They both seemed to be in a better place.<br/>
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Slowly they had begun to make their way into the kitchen, after Alejandro who was just on top of everything as Rafael liked people he worked with to be. So, it was relieving to know that he would be working with Aven again. Though he suspected it would be like riding a bike after some time, there would be a few bumps along the way. They would have their awkward slip ups as they tried to remember what it was like working around one another and they would be working some long hours considering how much work was needed to be done. As for today, they didn’t have much time to linger and so Rafael immediately got into work mode after washing his hands.<br/>
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“Yeah, we thought it was one of the next best places. Danielle has some family close to here as well.” It felt weird saying her name, but she as his wife of course and he couldn’t get around that with Aven. Of course, Rafael was preparing himself for the argument this would cause when he brought it up with Danielle that he was working with Aven again. He cleared his throat and started to gather items he knew he would need, he had made the day’s menu himself. He could be a bit more lax, but Rafael never slacked when it came to cooking. “I mean it was here or Portland, but I just felt like maybe Seattle seemed best, it called out to me most.” With Aven being here he wondered if it was fate. “What’ve you been up to?” He was trying to find an opening, a bit nosey of course about her love life. Being a chef meant long hours, sometimes it could get lonely and it was a leading reason many of the kitchen staff hooked up with another, unless your partner understood or worked long hours themselves. Who was Even going home to at night?<br/>
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