Rose's POV

Of course.

He stepped forward, pocketing his fingers, his expression wearing that perfect mix of casual and expectant. "Rose," he said smoothly, his voice filled with that old, familiar charm to which I'd grown immune years before. "I was walking by and figured maybe I'd catch up to you."

I folded my arms, refraining to cover up my incredulity. "Standing around?"

James smirked, as if I'd found him in something innocent. "Well, after all of that, I think we should have a ...