"I know," she says, smiling at him again before taking a sip of her soda. It's cold and sweet, a little soothing--exactly what she needed after the embarrassment of the last few minutes. "And I appreciate it. Quite a bit, really."

Rosie looks at him, then out at the surrounding buildings. Thinking, mostly. "You really don't care?" she asks after a minute's silence. "That I walked in on you out here? And don't give me any of that 'it's different for witches' business. I already know that has to be part of the reason, but I care about what you think of it, not whatever everyone else thinks is done or not done."

She hadn't meant to say quite that much, and she blushes again, fainter, as she takes another drink.