Rosalie looked a little alarmed at how harshly he said Cole's name. She hadn't thought he was that old though, mid to late twenties perhaps. "I met him the other day actually, he's really nice. Not too old, I didn't think." Normally Rosalie wouldn't have gotten involved, but she felt like she owed Cole something, after nearly getting his leg bitten off.
"Maybe it was destiny," she admitted when he suggested it. "I sort of picked it by closing my eyes and pointing at a list, you know?" Admittedly, it had seemed like a good idea at the time since she had been completely high. Rosalie had never found the subject exactly fascinating though, and she lost track of the conversation for a second as she thought about that. Then she brushed it off. It was a good choice now anyway, and she didn't mind.
When they got out at the restaurant, she slipped her hand into his and waited, patiently and uncuriously for him to return. When they were seated, she finally answered his question. "Well right now, I'm still in school here, for one. And I visit sometimes, although I haven't been in a while." Even with the ticket that Daniel had given her for Valentine's day, there was so much going on in the building that she hadn't even thought about a vacation. And for two-- well, three now, I suppose-- you haven't heard how I talk about New York yet." Grinning, she set her hand on the table and looked across to him, suddenly realizing how much she had been talking about herself. "But what about you? If you haven't been here long, where did you live before?"