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</div></div>“No, I’m lecturing the man who thought a spoon would serve as an appropriate weapon, <i>Boss</i>,” Aven responded with a roll of her eyes. His next words had Aven pouting, mostly because she knew he was right. Her action with the phone had pretty much proved it. Aven wasn’t too worried though. The area they were in was a nice one where the most that happened was an outside quarrel between two lovers. She was tempted to make a comment on how Aven had technically been at this specific restaurant longer than Rafael had at his rebuke. Saying so would only add fuel to a fire that felt like it was diminishing, but Aven remained careful anyway. She had never been the type to really hold tight to her anger - a dangerous feat of hers considering their torrid past. <br/>
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“I had a rolling pin. Rolling pin trumps spoon any day,” Aven declared, placing the rolling pin back in its designated spot inside of one of the drawers. Mason, the Chef de Cuisine, who had come with Rafael was a kind enough man who was an absolute stickler about his kitchen tools. Aven didn't mind that. Everyone had their own quirk or routine that seemed trivial to most, but made sense to the individual. Aven had her own quirks as well, ones that she had been given a tough time for in culinary school which made her more understanding towards other's work. She couldn't help but try to get the last word in with Rafael. It was immature and juvenile, but Aven hardly really cared. <br/>
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Vulnerable words said, Aven refused to look right at Rafael. She couldn't just admit to him that she hated being at the apartment, or that the cause of it was him. Sebastian didn't even notice her absence since he was always vested deep at the bar. Even on the afternoons when his boss didn't call him in did Sebastian wander off the area. He was the male version of Aven which made it so that the relationship they formed was easy. At the mention of Danielle visiting the restaurant, Aven tensed. Her heart quickened for a singular moment before she recalled just how angry her and Rafael were with one another. There was nothing incriminating that Danielle would find between them although Aven knew that her presence itself was implication enough. Aven swallowed hard. "I guess we can't really blame her," she murmured softly. At the mention of the ramekin, Aven felt the twist in her stomach uncoil. She was grateful for the change of topic, although the critique was one Aven did not agree with. She shook her head. <br/>
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“A deeper dish gives the pudding a cloud-like texture,” Aven retorted. She took one of the ramekins he brought out anyway, dividing the mixture between the smaller ramekin she had picked and the wider one he’d provided. Feeling his arm brush against hers had Aven's attention fixing on the heat. Electricity buzzed through her arm and that ripple of attraction was there again - the one that found itself present when Aven matched Rafael's glare with her own or when they both had stubbornly stood at the same counter, placing the finishing touches on dishes. <br/>
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Aven didn't make the effort to move. <br/>
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She considered his question for a moment, debating on if it was worth it to tell him the truth. “No.” Aven finally said out loud, gnawing at her bottom lip. "Well, I mean.." the blonde wiped her forehead in a frustrated act. Why was it so hard to talk to Rafael now?<br/>
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 “He knows about us,” Aven corrected, tapping the ramekin against the counter to get rid of any air bubbles. “He just doesn't know that you're the one who replaced Alejandro. He's not the type to get mad easily, but I'm scared to tell him anyway," sliding the ramekins into a larger dish filled with boiling water, Aven slipped the dessert into the oven and looked up at Rafael, golden eyes studying him carefully. Her fingers lightly brushed against his, chin tipped upward to look up at him. Her gaze flickered over his lip for a moment before she forced her eyes up to his azure ones. "Got any tips on how to break it to him?" Aven asked with a humorless grin - a weak attempt to expel the heaviness.</div>