Returning home from a friend's house, it was days like this that Rosie was glad that she didn't need a chaperone. Having someone else hover over her did not sound very comfortable. Taking in the brisk air and being able to think in peace was pleasant. Not needing to see her husband or pretend that she was happy in a marriage that she wished had never happened.

Passing by each of these houses, it came into question if she would live in one of them one day. Would Hugo ever reach his seemingly life long dream? Would this be their lives? Parties and pretending to fit in where she didn't feel they did?

Upon looking at each house, she stopped suddenly at seeing him. The man that seemed to show up oh so mysteriously every now and then. While one she might not love, she did feel a sort of curious pull towards. Not that she would voice this to anyone. At least, not to her husband certainly.