<div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: 22px">aven miller<br/>
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Aven had never had a great relationship with her parents - how could she when one was abusive and the other was barely present? The one good thing her mother could say about her though was that she had a good head on her shoulders. In between the moments when her mother wasn't high or asleep or fucking some man in their shitty little apartment, Eleanor would scrap up some form of herself and become in those moments, the mother Aven had so desperately wished for. 'You're a good kid, little lamb. You've got great sense to you. That'll serve you well," Looking back on the words, Aven could see the notes of resignation that resounded on Eleanor's tongue. Aven hadn't realized it then but Eleanor never wished to be a parent to the little blonde girl who looked a little too much like her father. She was just waiting for her to leave. <br/>
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Looking up into Rafael's sapphire eyes, perusing that sweet smile of his and that hint of ecstatic energy on his eyes, Aven knew that deep down Eleanor was wrong. She was just as screwed up as her mother was - just as addicted to pain and heartbreak. Why else would Aven agree to drinks with a man who had played with her heart as if it were clay? "One drink. It'll be fun," Aven shrugged. And despite the better part of her telling her to turn him down, to make some flimsy excuse to get away from the situation, Aven was all her mother. Ignoring that better part of her, Aven felt her own heart pick up at the thought of meeting with Rafael again - not to test any boundaries, but because of what they had had before. Aven had never met a man who was in tune with her - who knew a bit better than she knew herself. Whether Aven wanted to admit it or not - Rafael had been her twin flame - and together, they'd been an inferno of heat. <br/>
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Making sure her station was set for the next morning, Aven walked into the set room designated for the entire team. She pushed open her locker, taking off her chef's hat, unbuttoning her coat, and fixing up her hair. She let her blonde locks fall past her waist - it had grown long since New York, another part of the welcome change from her move. She pulled out her phone quickly to text Sebastian to have a good day at work before slipping her device into her back pocket and making her way towards Rafael. He left at eight in the night usually and didn't show up until four in the morning. When Aven would leave the restaurant would be the time that Seb had his mini-break. Lately, it had been spent learning the ropes and minuscule details about the business from his boss who had been a vigilant, terrifying man that Sebastian had somehow melted like ice. <br/>
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"All set," Aven stifled her smile in amusement at Rafael's remark about the bar. She knew the exact bar he was talking about. Aven had discovered it right after she'd landed her job here. It had been a complete accident, really. Aven was exploring Pike Market, admiring the crowded streets, the persuasive vendors, and following the scent of freshly ground coffee when she'd noticed a high building with flashing lights. Aven had always had a small thing for fairy lights so it had only been natural for her to gravitate to the top only to see the bar overlooking the rest of Seattle. It was in those moments that Aven had let herself peace about her decision. "Do you want to walk? It's beautiful this time of night here," Aven said, gesturing for him to head out first. "Unless you're all old and exhausted now," Aven added with a careless shrug, her small bag clutched loosely in her nimble hands.​</div>