Just about everything Rosario knew about Avery, she knew from reading his unhinged blog posts on the Goldenhawk family, and beyond that, she wasn't sure there was anything she needed to know. He was the kind of person who believed in secretive mad scientist cabals and aliens infiltrators and UFOs. He thought her stupid half-brother and his dad and grandaddy were all the same guy because ooooh spooky family resemblance! and that they were running some kind of cult out of a college fraternity as a first step to world domination. He was a straight-up conspiracy nut, and she wasn't trying to be a bitch about it, she was just being realistic.
But Lyra liked him, and Lyra really wanted Rosario to meet him. She'd dragged her feet, half-hoping that her friend would forget the idea or get sidetracked by something else in the meantime, which sometimes worked, but when Lyra had her mind set on something there was no putting her off. So though Rosario highly doubted that she and the UFO guy were gonna have more in common than you think!, as Lyra optimistically put it, in the end it was easier just to go with it.
When she gave Lyra's name to the greeter, the woman gave a nod of recognition and indicated a table. "Your friend just sat down." Rosario followed the gesture, reflexively looking for the familiar tumble of red curls and riot of freckles and finding instead only a moody-looking white boy.
The time was right on four thirty. Dammit, why had she expected Lyra to actually be on time?
"I'll get you both some menus," the woman continued, leaving Rosario no choice but to approach the table, which she did, feeling awkward as all hell. "Uh... are you Avery?"