The fact that Dirk seemed rather talkative at least found itself to be relieving to Rose. She truly didn't want to make things awkward. She didn't know him, therefore, she didn't want to scare him off too quickly with her subtle snarky jabs or intimidating assortment of vocabulary terms.

His mannerisms caught her attention and as he turned, she sidestepped just in time to miss a collusion.

"You weren't my guardian. Dave's, naturally. I don't know what you were like and I respectfully acknowledge your distaste to unraveling that mystery."

Her face faulted once he mentioned his 'Bro' making movies.

"You've got to be shitting me," Rose spoke bluntly.

It took a moment or two to shake the cobwebs out before she cleared her throat. She better be a fucking God if Dave was making movies.

"I see. It has no personable and approachable sense. No charming Mediterranean coast villas. No bustling New York City activeness. No small farm town with one general store and a slew of colorful characters," Rose sided, rubbing the brim of her nose, "I accede with your sentiments."

Rose grew quiet as he shifted the conversation back to their little venture to find a drink. She would follow and observe, as if making a mental map leading here.