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Oh god. The scent of the formaldehyde was still heavy in the air after her last class of the day. How she had gotten through the class was beyond her, but she couldn't just stop and walk away while kids had freakin' scalpels in their grasps. Oh no... And she would be damned to hell if she puked in front of the kids. The last kid was still lingering in the room, cleaning up his mess and she just wanted to end the suffering she felt.

Then he left, and she followed behind him, biting her lip, sweat rolling off her forehead, face ashen, and calmly walked to the restroom. Making sure there was nobody in there, she went to the nearest stall and let loose until all she was doing was dry heaving. Good Lord, that smell had never bothered her so damn much. She had gave several shudders until she was sure the blasted over reactive sense of smell had calmed down, took care of the mess, and then sat down heavily on the stool to give herself a minute to recover from the violent reaction she had been holding back for over an hour.

Xavia got up after a spell and moved to the sink to splash water onto her face, shuddering a few times with some lingering gags, but there was nothing else in there to let loose. The kid was killing her, she thought. That was the most disgusting thing ever, and she would never be able to forget the smell that plastered itself to the walls of her nostrils and STAYED there. She would not go back into that classroom until the smell cleared. Nope. All kinds of nope!

She took several more deep breaths, then looked into the mirror to see that her mascara had run from tears forced from her eyes in the process. She produced some paper towel, wet it, and began to clean the make up from her face. She honestly did not notice if anyone had come in during the horror that just ensued, so someone could very well have heard every last bit of it. Hell, it had been loud enough to hear in the hallway. Her eyes were stuck on the mirror as she continued to dab the black streaks from her face so she could repair her make up.

"Not yet... I am in training." She did not say that it was slow going since life kept getting in the way. "I know Sam and Nate, but not familiar wit' everyone yet. I mostly spend my time wit' t'e children. I contributed money to t'e school for greenhouse and t'at is where I teach some classes." She gave a shrug, since it wasn't said in the bragging kind of way.

There was a long pause in her words as she gave him another look, this time as a person sizing another person up, delving into what might make them tick. So many questions he asked. There did not seem to be any interest in how he looked in general, not that he was hard on the eyes or anything, but once Xavia was interested in someone, she tended to stay loyal to the person she felt for until they gave her reason to do otherwise. It was just part of her nature.

She watched him for a moment as if picking him apart further, then gave a slight smile again... "Tell me more," she said, finally, intrigued by this Haven he spoke about. She was not quite there with the times as far as the haven went. Of course, one had to be around more often, and ask questions to know about things.

She was startled, but that was what happened when people came out of nowhere nearly yelling about stuff. Xavia pivoted quickly and peered at a pretty looking man. Yes. Pretty, as opposed to handsome. Mind you, he was handsome, but he had pretty qualities to his face that seemed much like an Adonis. Her brow lifted some and she gave an indifferent shrug, "I do sing in clubs but prefer not to anymore. It is tiresome work." Indeed, going on tour took a toll on her the first time she had been pregnant.

Her mouth curled into a slight smile, she was somewhat wary around the stranger, obviously still needing to work on how she felt around random men. It was a work in progress. She gave a look like a doe in head lights, her caramel eyes large as she regarded him with that look that told him she wasn't sure how to react to his presence nearing her large personal bubble without having gained permission first.

"Devon," she murmured, a neutral expression crossing over her pretty face. "I am Xavia," she said reluctantly, and only because her manners dictated she give her name since he gave his. If he cast a glance about, he might notice the flowers and some of the smaller plants in a certain radius, that included stray wildflowers that either got missed by mower or grew despite, leaning toward her like they hungered for her presence.

She was not normal. She was definitely not a blatantly mutated human being, but subtle things gave hints to her gifts; subtle things that had to do with the plant life around her. She pulled an earbud from her ear. Well, she might as well be nice to the guy. He wasn't doing anything stupid yet from what she could tell, he only scared the crap out of her in the meantime for long enough to have to swallow back the thumping of her heart that went into her throat.

"Hoping t'is one tastes okay. Menu said it was Vegan, but t'e butter does make a difference and it is hard to find a good pastry wit'out it. I t'ink t'e food will be delicious, t'ough." She grinned as she replied to the first part. She waited patiently and quietly for him to finish ordering himself a drink, and found herself mildly surprised at him choosing not to have wine. She was not going to ask if it was because of her and the baby, especially since it was still hard to talk about and she wanted to not feel like an overly emotional lady just for asking a simple question.

"All of it sounds good. I look forward to trying t'ese t'ings." Xavia nodded and relaxed. The chair was nice and comfortable, the atmosphere in the restaurant was nice, and there was a very attentive and nice guy sitting across from her, making sure to point out different things and offering to share something he seemed to very much enjoy. She was enjoying this dating thing so far and found herself hoping the night would end with him at least asking for another, if nothing else.

Then he seemed almost too serious when he said he had a question, but any worry she might have had over this was short lived, for he went on to ask about her job. Her smile softened, and she said, "It is a long story. Not all of it is good, fair warning, but I am okay to talk about it now." She went on to tell a shortened version of the long story, how she had been at her sweet sixteen and her friends were all killed and she was kidnapped, then released for a few years. The second time she had been kidnapped had brought her to New York City, and she had been rescued by a young man that had something to do with animals, and that he had brought her to the mansion for safe haven. "I never forget what he did for me or what t'e people at mansion did for me..." She explained about the fact she was prone to getting hurt and was always seeking help, though reluctantly. "So at one point, and it took several years for me to make t'e choice, I decide I would do all I could to help. I am not schooled, I did not even graduate high school, but I supposed t'ey could overlook t'at because of how much t'ey needed staff at t'e time."

"T'e baby is fine. It was just t'e smell in t'e city bot'ering me is all. It smells very stinky to me right now." She patted his hand softly, and then smiled when Allegra came in. "Hello t'ere. Umm, how about you call me Xavia outside of mansion? Ms. Worshahlai is a very long name to have to say. Besides, I am not always teacher." And she grinned. "Not to worry, dear, we just got here."

Then she stood up, assuming it was time to go relax. Oh, how she was ready for relaxation. She was quite cheerful, nevertheless.

If Derek hadn't noticed, her hair color was orange instead of red now, though at the moment, it was in it's natural curl. Her attention went to Allegra, "Derek tells me you like fashion... I have a whole bunch of brand new designer clot'es you may go t'rough if you wish." She smiled, then turned her attention to Derek, "And I want to know what has been going on for last few weeks."

"Sounds like a good plan," she said in reply to his comment about positivity. Really, he hadn't been caustic or standoffish at all, he had gotten up to check on her and make sure she was alright, even if it scared the hot beverage out of her hands. It wasn't just about that, though. There was something deeper about him than he would let most people see, and she caught a glimpse.

"I am sure. I like trying new t'ings." A soft nod later, and she was thinking about the lingering warmth in her palm from the connection of their hands for a short time. He opened the door for her and she walked in, she paused and touched his arm, then walked in and then he walked in, where he would talk to the host and they would soon be seated.

She would look through the starters, "Mmm... Flageoletand Lemon Celery Tartines sound like t'ey would be delicious. And maybe I should try t'e Ratatouilli as you suggest. T'ere are a lot of t'ings to choose from," she said seriously as she flipped through the pages. Of course there would be someone offering a bottle of wine, and she bit her lip, then looked up to the man, "I t'ink I would prefer a seltzer water wit' lemon, please..." She was not sure a glass of wine would sit well with the peanut she was nurturing, and also knew that wine wasn't so good for drinking when pregnant. She was not about to be sad about it, though. After the man took Artair's drink order, she grinned at him about the duck thing.

"Hey, if duck is what you are after, go for it. Promise you won't offend me or gross me out." And she meant it.

"No, I just need to rest is all. I am very tired... But if you wish, you can stay here and get to know Mama and Delilah while I am taking a nap." And she meant it... "Also, if you go t'rough t'e door under t'e left stairs, will lead you to back yard." And assuming he stayed, she would move to the next room over, a very warmly decorated bedroom with a canopied bed and what looked like a nice, comfortable mattress. She flopped down on the side, then lay down, and she fell right to sleep.