The compliment caught her offguard, for Rosalie couldn't remember someone other than Ezra being both bold and memorable enough to do so. "Grey isn't really my color," Rosalie agreed with a short laugh.

She eyed the relatively quiet street then. More than half of Bartonburg was seemingly at the wedding she'd just left; there couldn't have been many people to watch. Still, anything was better than going home and being interrogated by her parents. "Do you mind if I join you? You could add people watching to the list of things you're to teach me."

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