Rosie walked over to Octavius's table. She had watched him sitting alone, and playing with his tarot cards earlier when she poked her head out of the back room where her office was. And now when she came back out he was still there, doing the same thing. He was a handsome man whom she had always been on friendly terms with. Letting him do tarot reading in her pub. Now he just looked plain lonely sitting there.
"Would you care for something a little stronger, Mr. Pepper?" She asked with a smile, stopping beside his table.