He watched her take the bouquet and smiled a tiny bit. "Your welcome." He says. Looking at her and nodded his head. "I have no idea who he is or why he attacked me. I don't make enemies...not as Mathias Andrews. Not as Jaren Matthews." He says softly. Looking at her and took her arm in his hands. "I will help you...since you helped me. You didn't have to do that." He says. Casting a light healing spell. He inherited his mother's magical abilities. Being a fae enabled such a thing. He removed his hands and the arm would be better than even a few days could make. He takes the glass of ice tea and looked at her. Shaking his head. "No you might do something worse than get mad or anything. You might laugh." He says. Running a hand through the long silky strands of his hair. He pushed the glasses up again. "Plus...I don't want to piss anyone off. You might have some guy who would turn a bookworm like me into a puddle of mush." He says softly.<br/><br/>Putting the tea down and shyly rubs his hand up and down the opposite arm. He says nothing for a few moments longer the glasses fell the the tip of his nose. He didn't have a girlfriend. As far as he knew he was the overlooked guy in glass. The one who no one would ever find attractive. Not many women were into the glasses guys. He was a bookworm not a super fighter or strong man. He drinks some of the tea. Looking at her a moment later. Pushing his glasses up again to see her. "Well I guess no use not saying it. Not used to saying things to someone of the opposite gender. As a younger male I did and was laughed at. Mother would tell me I was very attractive. I don't believe it. Never have. Probably never will." He sighs a bit.<br/><br/>Taking a breath and looks at her nervously. "You are a very sexy and beautiful woman. In more than just appearance." He says hesitating a bit. Rubbing his arm again the glass of tea forgotten for a moment. He was afraid to say more. "I know we are co-workers but Ava....I really, really like you. I don't want you to want nothing to do with me but I had to tell you. I wouldn't feel right not answering you truthfully." he says in a rapid way. To say it slowly would make him lose that bit of nerve to do so. He looked down immediately. "I don't want to work with my dad. I don't want to take over his business. My passion lies in beats and music...like my mother. Not in numbers and business...like my father." He says. "I have so much to balance. Part time college student. Forced part time employee. Night time singer and dancer. I don't want to be working there." He says truthfully.<br/><br/>"I consider you a friend but I don't know who else to talk to. I don't make friends easy because people consider me a geeky bookworm. That is why I have my alter ego Mathias Andrews...so I can be someone different. So I can be noticed and liked for who I am not who I seem to be. Mathias is everything I am not in reality. Brave. Cool. Handsome. Awesome. Unafraid to talk to the opposite gender. Confident." He says. Closing his eyes. "I am none of those things as Jaren. As Jaren...I have so many forced expectations. I have no one to confide in. You are the only one to know my secret. It is who I love being yet I can not be. No one would like Mathias if he was just Bookworm Jaren. Mathias is considered hot and handsome. Jaren is overlooked and not in the slightest attractive." He was telling her things. "My father would never approve or support me in my passions and skills in life." He says sadly.<br/><br/>Looking at her. "If I was brave like Mathias I would stand up to my father. I would tell him I don't wish to follow in his footsteps. If I was anything like what I pretend to be then...I would be loved and found attractive by others." He pulls his glasses off. Running his free hand through his hair. "I hide my features because...i don't feel I am attractive. I am so overlooked by women...it has to be true. I have no confidence in my looks. You are so confident and you know how you appear. You have people who support you. The other employees look up to you and stand by you." He says. Putting his glasses back on. "If I was like Mathias...I would be able to ask out the most beautiful woman, inside and out, that I have ever met." He sinks into the chair a bit. "I am not though. I am afraid to be laughed at. To be given pitying looks. To cause ackward tension between you and I." He says with a sigh. Looking at her. "I want to ask you out but know inside you will say no because of father's rule."