One of the bags dropped to the floor, the sound of bottles rattling against each other filling the small space. Ed couldn't help but grin at the sight of Rosalie's golden perfection clutching garbage bags. Her face gave nothing away, but the sound of a single breath told him that she remembered all too well.
He leaned against the door that had closed behind him, his own face composed in a look of familiarity as he smiled at her. "This is a surprise...how've you been? Still as beautiful as ever, I see..." but his eyes went to the trash bags with curiousity. She had never struck him as the building-custodian type.