Daily runs were a thing of the past, at least for the moment. Exercise was good, but she couldn't push herself like she used to, not until Ivan was born and that was still a few months away. Instead, she'd downgraded to walking, which wasn't as fun, but, hey, it was exercise.
Dimitri had offered to come with her, but she shook her head. "No, you run, it's okay," she'd told him, leaning up to kiss him just as he'd bent to meet her halfway. They'd made plans to meet for breakfast at Snoozle in an hour and then she'd stood, watching admiringly, as he started his run. They both had work today and she found herself almost wishing for another day off with him. The weekend together had been really nice.
Rose set off at her much slower pace, walking among the crowds and taking in the sights around her. With all the people milling about, she thought nothing of the feeling that someone was nearby. She heard the name, familiar to her, even if it wasn't hers, and she turned around, but before she correct correct Bonnie, she was being pulled into a hug, which she returned a little awkwardly.
Bonnie had never shown up in Breck, but Rose had heard enough about her from both Elena, Damon and even Caroline to recognize which of her friends this was. It seemed like almost everyone important from Damon's world except Bonnie had shown up at one point or another. Rose had heard all about them, mostly from Damon. The two of them had come to be close friends. Maybe more for a hot minute when they'd both lost the people they loved, but she'd never counted that as anything other than a bad decision fueled by too much bourbon and grief.
Her face filled with sympathy as she regarded Bonnie now and she shook her her. "Sorry," she said almost gently, "I'm not Elena." She shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, almost sorry she wasn't, for Bonnie's sake and for Damon's. "I'm Rose and you must be Bonnie," she added.