Rose and Oliver
Rose had never really been one to care what other people thought. She could count on one hand the people whose opinions actually mattered to her and none of them were here, so let people talk if they wanted to. Rose might only be 18, but she'd been though things that had matured her faster, she'd been told more than once that she didn't act her age, at least most of the time. Having someone's life or death literally in your hands would do that.
It felt like she'd felt a kind of kindred spirit in Oliver, someone who understood the things she'd been through, even though they hadn't talked about the specifics much, and that meant something, especially here. Plus, being with him was fun. It was ages since Rose had had some of that in her life.
"Maybe we should give it a test run," she whispered suggestively, running her hand lightly over his knee as she gave him a meaningful look.