Tiana chuckled lightly, “You’ll get it stretched out.”
"Sofas are not comfortable to sleep on." Rosalie shook her head.
Color Me Curious

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Tiana chuckled lightly, “You’ll get it stretched out.”
"Sofas are not comfortable to sleep on." Rosalie shook her head.
"Well shoot, the flowers here are beautiful! Glad I met the gal behind it!"
"Aw thank you buttercup! But there's many more gardeners that deserved your praise too."
"You hungover or something?"
"No. I hardly ever touch a drop of alcohol sugacube." Rosalie shook her head. "I guess I was really tired."
Marty grinned, “So what do you do, Miss Rosalie? Do you model?”
"Oh I wish, but not, I'm a gardener here. I love doing it, I love nature and flowers, it's beautiful."
"Well..ma’am I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Marty." He smiled, "It’s nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet ya Marty, I'm Rosalie." She tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Com’on," she held out her hands, "Let’s get you some coffee."
Rosalie took her hands and got up with her help and sighed softly while rubbing her back. "What a pain in the petunia."
"Glad to hear you are okay, would you like some help Miss?" He offered her his hand.
"No no, I'm good, I'm fine." She ran her hands through her hair. "Urgh, slept oddly."
"This is definitely not the place for five more minutes."
"Oh sugar, I just sat here last night. Musta passed out."
"Ma’am…are you alright?"
"Tired." She waved her hand then slowly started to sit up.
Adam stared at her, “You are on a couch in the lobby.”
"I am?" She groaned and slowly sat up. "Oh sugar."
"Five more minutes." She muttered into the pillow.
If people only knew of the crazy dance parties between shows….
The might of actually rusted and probably on the verge of falling off….
Then perhaps a hip replacement?
If people only knew of the crazy dance parties between shows….
And if people only saw the weekly attempts by everyone to attempt to get my stiff hips to move…they would laugh.
Stiff.. hips, looks like they need a bit of oiling then huh?
"No" Adam shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the rose.
"Okay." She gave him another smile. "Is there something wrong?" Rosalie asked him softly.
Adam blinked at her before looking at the rose, wondering who to give it to.
Rosalie just continued to smile at him, looking from the rose then back to him. "Do you have anyone in mind?"
Adam nodded, glaring at the rose as if it personally offended him.
"If you don't like it, give it to someone you care about." Rosalie shrugged.