Oona didn't know, but she did feel like he was really paying attention. At least she felt he was aware. She couldn't exactly place it. Maybe the feral aspects of her Fae blood instinctively felt similar signatures that he did. She's always been attuned to people. Empathetic to a degree. Her sixth sense more so than her physical senses. That she's aware of.
Rafe surprised her. She'd expected to tease her. Maybe she found the answer she couldn't before. Maybe he was intimidating even if he had Jax crumbs in his beard. There was a feeling that if something happened, he'd be ON it. But when he came into cahoots with her on the possibilities of the world around her, she felt a little bit lighter - if that's even possible.
Oona' never apologized for what she liked or what she believed in. She loved stories and spooky things. Her mother always told her she should dress her age but Oona didn't understand that either. She liked Concert Tees and Converse. If she wanted to wear a fake tattoo on her forehead just to make the kids who came in laugh alllll day, then it was worth the looks she got from the sticks in the mud.
Luckily she didn't have a duck or something on her forehead today.
But she found she was relieved that he didn't call her a crackpot and take his ice cream cone out the front door. "What's Rafe mean? Is it short for something?"