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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It didn’t take long for both of them to easily fall into their old routine. It felt like things were still the same before e shit hit the fan. Aven and him had just reunited after a couple months apart, like old friends. Yet, they both knew that there was so much between the two of them, so much history that couldn’t be ignored that they could keep playing this game, but they really knew what was up. In fact, he didn’t doubt it becoming an issue soon enough. It was like the elephant in the room, and like Mary’s little lamb, it followed them both everywhere they went and eventually they couldn’t ignore what they refused to talk about: the affair and the hurt that came with it ending on both of their sides.<br/>
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He noted the way her lip twitched when she mentioned the good schools and he could sense that it wouldn’t be long before one of them said something to ignite the fight. He couldn’t just stop talking about his wife or his daughter. As for the last year they had been the main focus of his life outside of his restaurant. At one point in time Aven had a place in his mind and he had felt that it was possibly greater than that of Danielle. Some part of Rafael knew that there was a great chance that was because he loved her more.. He wouldn’t dare say that aloud, fearing the damage that could be manifested by such a thought.<br/>
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“Yeah, that's what I heard. I think this move was good for us. The restaurant back home is still doing good, but it was getting overbearing – I wanted somewhere to really uh raise a family. But yeah I’d love the contacts. I know Danielle has been dying to get out. She fortunately has a few friends down here, mom friends so she doesn’t feel too alone.” She knew the first weeks while they got the restaurant running would be tough. Rafael wouldn’t be around as much and he would be more stressed than usual. If all went well, then things would cool down and go back to normal. He lived for that fast paced life though and could only hope that the restaurant was a success. With Danielle able to do her own thing though, he hoped that she wouldn’t be on his back so much if he spent more time at the restaurant. Though he couldn’t honestly expect that once she realized he was working with Aven.<br/>
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“I can’t just want to watch out for you?” He tensed his jaw hearing the strain in her voice as she answered him out of annoyance. Some part of him didn’t mind prodding her in that sense. Maybe he was hoping if they got all these feelings out of the way, they’d work better together. She sounded happy., and like she had truly moved on. He hated the fact that it made his stomach turn and he wasn’t sure he was able to hide his displeasure or disdain easily. He was glad they had arrived at the bar, hoping he had a chance to fix his face. Aven beat him to it though as he opened the door for him, leaving him quickly to force a fake smile on his face. He was just glad they were done talking about Sebastian. He had regretted bringing him up in fact.<br/>
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There was already a group of people at the bar. He wanted something a bit more low key and opted for a booth in the corner. His hands reached for the drink menu, even though he knew what he wanted – his drink taste changing the more he thought about how Aven went into detail about her relationship forming with Sebastian. He sounded like a regular ol’ Romeo. Rafael was bitter and jealous, knowing that Aven probably looked at this man the same way she looked at him: with stars in her eyes.<br/>
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“The wedding was beautiful. We kept it small, some . . . guests chose not to attend.” Danielle’s mother had made a big deal about not coming, and the two of them were still getting over that. She wanted her to leave Daniel the minute she found out about the affair, the drinking had been even worse. “So, we cut out a few things. And then with the pregnancy, we kind of didn’t get to do the big honeymoon.  I am taking her to Italy though this year, for our anniversary.” He knew that it was something  he had mentioned to Aven, taking her on a trip to Europe. He had already been when he was young and going to culinary school in Switzerland. Maybe she had forgotten. A waiter came over to take their drinks and Rafael wrestled with himself then. He knew he could only allow himself one if he didn’t want to deal with a fight back home considering he was already coming later.<br/>
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“Just a double shot of Jameson, neat.”  After he took Aven’s order, he soon left. “You’re still young you know – you’ve yet to really explore. Don’t be so quick to settle.” He knew she hated when he brought up his age and he had only realized how his words came off after he mulled over them. Still, why had he refused to take them back?</span></div>