She gladly held on to his arm as they walked over to the darts stall. There were some girls she knew from back in her schooldays, staring at the tall, handsome man, and gawking at their old classmate hanging from his arm, and Rose glowed with pride (and gave them a 'bitch don't come near him' look). She let go of him and took a step back when they reached the stall, in order to give him space.

When he hit every single target, she punched his arm, though gently. "Liar!" she exclaimed. "Have you practiced in secret to impress me? Hmmm?"