Onyx Angel part 4

"What does your tattoo say?"
"Oh, uh 'Forged through Fire', my dad used to say it all the time about me. I got it for my 16th birthday." Tristan said a little shakily, looking down at his arm.
"What do you mean about you?" She asked after a minute, obviously sensing his unease. "If you don't mind me asking."
"I used to always ask my dad if we could have bonfires and I always played with his lighters. I just felt so attached to fire, but that sounds really weird. Once when I was about 7, I went to a school picnic thing and I used to get bullied all the time, well I still do, but anyway, some kid pushed my into the fire that was there." She sucked in some air. "My dad pulled me out and I was a little burned but it wasn't too bad. My dad then taught me how to stick up for myself, and somehow that became my slogan." A tear slid down Tristan's cheek, but he didn't think Scarlett saw it.
"Are you okay?" She asked quietly as Tristan parked the car outside of the diner.
"Uh, ya, I jus- never mind."
"What is it?"
"He died 3 years later in a house fire." Tristan said quietly.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry," She said sincerely.
"Don't be, it was his job. He was a firefighter. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," He said as he noticed her face. Her cheeks were a deep red and her lips were slightly tilted downward. Her eyes looked extremely sad, along with the dark blue that now clouded her eyes, instead of the luminescent blue that was there earlier. "Come on, let's go get some food." She nodded and they both got out of the car.