"Oh, you mean be a push over just like your mother?" She asked, her voice cold and emotionless. "You know. The apple does not fall very far from the tree."
"I never understood that quote," Raven snapped. "Or the fact how you seem to irk me to no end."
"I will. Be right back." He sent her a quick wink before cutting a few people in line to get to the counter first and order her a regular coffee. When the people behind him began to complain while the coffee was being made, he absently created a ball of fire and started to play with it, causing them to fall silent. The fire vanished when the coffee was done and he brought it over to the girl. "Look at that, you’re still here!"
"What does the necklace look like?"
Raven laughed at his comment, grasping the coffee from him. “I think the universe is telling me that I need some more coffee in my system ” She gratefully said, sipping softly. “And if flirting my way to get it works, then so be it.”
"It’s gold with the letters: R and P." She answered.
"My father said I was reckless but I would say I am fearless." Aro kept his hand on the napkin on her burn. "You would think bees are the only thing attracted to honey but moisture is to. So it will dry out the burn. It will make sure you don’t scar the pretty face." He ran his teeth across his bottom lip.
Raven blushed at his comment, facing towards him. “You’re fearless,” She said, looking him in the eye. “You’ve got that whole badass ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe going on.” She didn’t want to ask him about his father, so instead, she made a joke.
"Duly noted," She faintly whispered, pushing a strand of her hair from her forehead. She looked down for a moment.
Anouk raised an eyebrow. “They are the same thing.” She explained. “If she is like you, your mother and i would not get along.”
"She’s quite the pain in the ass when she wants to be," Raven noted. "But when someone puts her in her place, she shuts right up. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from her."
It was one of his favorite things, watching the way girls blushed when he tried to flatter them or flirt with them. It was always a bit of an ego boost, as in his eyes, the cheeks never lied. No matter how much a girl deflected his flirting, if she was still blushing and trying not to smile, his words were having some effect. “I doubt it’s an omen. Besides, I just met you, and I’d be pretty upset if you vanished before I could even offered to buy you another coffee.”
He leaned forward to examine it and shook his head. “Definitely not a burn. Probably just a cut from jewelry or something.”
Raven bit her lip to hide her smile, though it did nothing. “Then maybe you should buy me another coffee,” The trickster snickered. “You know, just incase I vanish just like that.” She enjoyed her playfulness towards him, grinning slightly.
Once Raven heard his words, she immediantly clawed her hands to her neck. “Shit,” The brunette cursed, frustration in her tone. “M-My necklace, it’s gone.” She begun to look around the table, checking under her seat.
"You sure?" she asked quizzically, feigning complete ignorance of the situation, "I don’t see anything." Even while she blew to cool her mocha enough for a few sips, she made sure to glance over at her student as if Amara was the most confused person in the room.
"What are you talking about Amar—" Before she could finish her question, she looked down at her neck—astonished at the fact that the blood had vanished. "D-Did you do that?" She asked.
Aro pulled off the napkin. “Is that a burn?” He looked over the burn and then went back to the table for a second. He had grabbed a clean napkin. “I was always burning myself when I was in my youth training.” He took the honey that was on the table and places a dime sized dollop on the napkin. “Thank goodness I loved honey toast or I would of been in constant pain.” He chuckled and pressed the honey to the burn. Honey pulls liquids from the wound so it doesn’t scar, the small grains in honey also create a natural coolant. “How does that feel?”
Raven laughed a bit, biting her lip. “I’ve always managed to hurt myself through the years to,” Raven acknowledged, sharing a fact about herself to the boy. When she saw the honey, she cocked a brow. How was honey going to help her? But before she could speak up, he pressed the sticky gel to her burn. A sudden wave of relief washed through her. “Wow!” She said. “That feels amazing, Aro.”
Anouk rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at the girl with her icy blue eyes. “Ahh, your cocky too. Thats cute.” She said, her voice dry and dripping with sarcasm.
"I wouldn’t call it cocky," Raven said, pursing her lips at the girl. "Just high self-esteem—I got it from my mother."
Conforming to some semblance of a routine—even if Amara’s definition of routine stretched the limits of the word and could hardly be considered one by most—made her tired, and when she was tired she loved to enrich her life with some simple luxuries: a rich oolong tea, the warmth of a good brew of coffee, a delectable box of fine chocolates. Going to the coffeehouse also allowed her to engage in a favored pastime, observing and messing with people. Amara never really had problems with treating them like guinea pigs.
"A bandaid?" She looked over when one of her students turned and looked exasperated. Her brow raised and her eyes narrowed, as if Raven had just asked the most ridiculous request. "What would you need a bandaid for?" Amara doubted that she could feel it yet, but if the girl would check her wound, she would have found that it had miraculously disappeared.
"I’m randomly bleeding," The frightened girl shouted, pointing at the mark. "Is this even normal, Amara?" As she waited for an answer, she ran her free hand through her hair—that seemed to calm her down whenever she was worried. Amara always was a mystery to Raven—one she wanted to unravel.
Aro moved over to the girl and took a napkin and pressed it to her neck. ”I’ve seen you around. Raven right, we are both in Crossfall.” He applied a small amount of pressure to the wound. ”Are you sure you are fine?”
"Yes," She replied, her voice quivering a bit. "You’re in a couple of my classes." Raven writhed at his sudden pressure, biting her lip and straining her knuckles on the table. "It hurts a bit," She answered truthfully. "But I think I’ll be alright."