Fitz & Rosa
He might not like it so much after spending a few minutes with a grouchy New York Detective.
Brunch might not seem like Rosa's thing, and if asked she'd say she was only there because of Amy and socially acceptable day drinking. In reality, it was right up her alley. Fancy little breakfast bites and salmon bagels or whatever, drinking champagne while people who weren't her wore cute Sunday dresses? It was great.
No one would ever guess she thought that if they judged by the disgruntled expression she normally wore.
She sat down beside the nerdy looking little guy without an invitation, champagne flute balanced delicately in her fingers. And she didn't say a word. Small talk actually wasn't her thing.