Wow, I forgot a disclaimer….and I own just about nothing. Special of me right? Anyway, on with the story, if you are going to call it that, review replies at the end. Thank You!

Robin had heard Father Juliano's guest knock on the door, but she wasn't going to not take a shower for whoever it was. Besides the guest was here for Father Juliano, it wasn't as if she had invited this person to dinner. She still had to hurry because dinner was almost done, and it would be rude to keep people waiting.

After about twenty minutes Robin walked out of her room (okay there is a bathroom connected to her room) fully dressed with her hair pulled into a damp pony tail. She was slightly shocked to see Amon sitting on the couch next to Father Juliano, but with a quick turn to the kitchen she avoided being seen.

Amon looked up to see Robin walking toward the kitchen. Father Juliano's eyes followed Amon's to see his granddaughter make a graceful turn into the kitchen. Within a few moments Robin called that dinner was ready, she stood in the doorway for a moment before retreating back into the kitchen.

When Father Juliano and Amon were seated Robin began to serve them dinner. As she finished she sat down across from Amon who kept glancing at her every few minutes. The silence was becoming unbearable for Father Juliano; he had seen Amon open his mouth a few times as if to say something but the man would always close it as if he had changed his mind.

"So Robin, how is the hunt for a job going?" He finally spoke breaking the silence that seemed to grow thicker with each passing second.

"Father, I was not looking today. I was at the orphanage, remember?" Her voice was so soft that Amon barely even heard it.

"Oh yes I forgot. Wait, Amon don't you own an Italian restaurant?" The man was becoming daring.

"I do." He replied giving Father Juliano an even look.

Robin watched the exchange with curiosity. It was an unusual thing to see, but deep down she knew there was a reason why these two were having a silent war. Something, yes that was it, it was something that had to do with her.

"Well we do need a better chef; our last one wasn't very good. Perhaps I should hire you, if you're interested." Bingo there it was.

"I, I guess." Robin's voice was twined with curious shock.

"Well, now that you have a job lets have some dessert." Juliano cut in one last time.

Dinner was what Father Juliano could only call a success; thankfully Robin and Amon played their parts without trouble. Now if only he could get them to talk to each other, still they sat even on the couch in an uncomfortable silence.

Amon was silently sneaking glances at Robin as she read a book. They were both sitting on the sofa but they were each on opposite ends, Robin was so far on her edge that she seemed squished. Poor Amon just looked out of place that was the way Father Juliano had left them, he had walked out of the room to go to the restroom, yet that was only a cover.

Walking back into the room he realized that if he wanted these two to talk he had to push them into the right direction. Robin needed people she could trust, and Father Juliano wanted her to trust Amon. The only problem was that you can't tell someone to trust someone else; people have to figure things like that out on their own.

"So Amon, I don't think that Robin knows where your restaurant is. Unfortunately I can not show her to it, I have work to do. Do you think that you could send someone to show her around? It would be horrible if she got lost, I do not think that she knows her way around town yet."

That sly old man, Amon knew that he wanted something, but figuring that out seemed a little harder then what Amon had time for. Honestly he didn't care if he had to show Robin around; he liked her for some reason. Besides he had nothing to do at the moment, and the blonde sitting on the other end of the sofa looked bored out of her mind.

"Well, I could take her right now, I do have business to attend to at the restaurant but that might take some time and she would be left alone with other employees. If that is not a problem then we should be going I do not wish to be late."

During the whole conversation Robin sat in silence as those two talked about her as if she wasn't even there. Now was the time she said something, and she had something to say. "I'll be ready in ten minutes." Was all her thin voice managed as she headed toward her room?

When Robin walked out of her bedroom, she looked more beautiful almost as if she had made some sort of transformation, yet the only thing she had done was pull her hair into a bun on the back of her head. With a nod from Father Juliano the two of them were out the door.

Amon's Angel of the Darkness: I seriously have no idea where I came up with the name I dug this story up and am trying to find something to do with it. Thank you for the suggestions.

tvsweetie, Cheetahara, Cherry Dragon, Megan Consoer, Chillkat, bigfan88, neko-gurl18, balletanimerose, Dooley: Okay that was a lot of names to get down but, I plan on writing more once I get past this writers' block. Plus as an added bonus if I get my tonsils removed, I might write more! Not what I'm planning on but okay. Sorry for taking forever I'm just so tired with swimming and the cold that won't go away.