Rosalie giggled when he asked her for lemonade and brushed her hair behind her ear on the side that wasn't covering scratches. "Did you learn how to do that or could you always?" she asked him, apparently fascinated.
Since she didn't know much more about what happened to Esme, she hesitated, and luckily was spared answering by the appearance of the waiter. She took a sip of her wine and barely remembered not to make it too long, because despite how much she was enjoying herself, she couldn't disassociate the part that liked Stefan and his company from the part that was tired and hurting and worried sick about Boyd.
She wasn't paying attention to what she ordered- some type of pasta- trying instead to focus back on the date and push the last few days in the back of her mind. Conversation, she needed something-- "So besides strange incidents where you turn into an animal, do you like it here?"