After they bought new clothes, Rose took Dylan to a men's public restroom.
"Excuse me" she said as they were entering. She was holding his hand.
Men inside were looking at her.
"Sorry, I have to come along. I'm assisting a blind guy right here, and he needs to change. Don't mind me, just do your thing." she told them, then she guided Dylan to one of the cubicles.
"Really? We're in a men's restroom?" he asked, chortling.
"Yeah, now hurry up. I don't want to see a snake in here." she replied.
He laughed louder as he was changing his clothes. When he's done, Rose told him to wait outside while she was changing in the ladies' restroom.
"I'm back." she said when she returned.
"Let's go eat at a restaurant." he told her.
"Okay" she agreed.
Nearby, Rose spotted a row of fancy restaurants. She informed Dylan and let him choose.
"Let's go to Gracey Tavern. I'm sure you will love the food there." he said confidently.
"Okay, you're the boss." she replied.
When they got to the restaurant, she guided him with the menu book. He chose his food and asked for a glass of martini.
"Go on, Rose. Order anything." he told her.
She was not impressed by any of food on the menu book. She chose what she thought was the best, but when the food was served, she was disappointed. She ate it anyway. After eating and taking a few-minute rest, they left the restaurant.
"What time is it?" Dylan asked.
She looked at her wrist watch. "Two o'clock"
"It's still too early to go back home... Do you know another place around here we can go?" he asked.
"I'm still hungry." she said in a low and dismayed tone.
He turned his head to her. "I told you to order any food you want."
"I did. I ate a $77 worth of food, but I'm still hungry. I didn't expect they serve very little." she complained.
"Do you want to go back?" he asked.
"Hell no! I will never go back in there. Come on, I know a place." She pulled his hand and called a cab. "Take us to Hester street fair" she told the driver.
In less than thirty minutes, they arrived at the place. They got out of the car and went to the fair. There, Dylan heard louder noises from people.
"Is this also one of your bazaars?" he asked.
"Kinda, but they sell different kinds of food here." she answered.
He began to smell grilled foods.
"Oh, let's try these." she said, pointing at the store's menu standee as if Dylan could see it.
She picked her choice and told the vendor to deep fry them for her. Once they were half toasted, the man served them in a paper cup.
"Here you go, little missy." he said with a smile.
"Thanks" she replied, handing him a couple of bucks.
"Mmm! They taste really good. Here, try one. Open your mouth." She gave Dylan a bite.
"Yeah, it's good. What food is that?" he asked, chewing.
"They call it, um... Beon..de..gi" She read the name on the standee.
"What? Beondegi? I never heard a food with that name." he said.
"Yeah, weird name, but I think these are silkworms." she replied right after he swallowed.
"W-What did you just say? ...Silkworm?" he asked in a bothered tone.
"Yeah" she answered as she was taking another bite.
"I just ate a worm?" he repeated. He sounded shocked and a bit disgusted.
"Yes, and you said it tasted good. Here, try another one." She put another silkworm in his mouth.
He was surprised, but he ate it anyway.
"Come on, let's find something else to eat." she said, then she grabbed his hand and led the way.
"Please, tell me first what you put in my mouth." he told her.
"Don't be a baby" she replied.
He chuckled.
"Blue Rose?" A female voice suddenly spoke from their right.
Rose looked. "Amanda!" she called when she recognized who it was. "Hi, it's been a while." she greeted.
"Yeah, look at you. You haven't changed a bit, still the pretty, bubbly, little girl I know, and you have a boyfriend now, huh? What happened to I-will-not-get-a-boyfriend-until-I'm-30 preach you always tell me before?" Amanda teased.
Rose was a bit embarrassed. "Pfft! You got it wrong. He's not my boyfriend. He's my boss. He's unwell, so I'm working like a nurse for him."
"I doubt that." Amanda said, looking at their hands.
"Amanda, we have costumers here!" a man yelled.
"Oh, I have to go back now. It's nice to see you again, Rosie. Take care of yourself." Amanda said, then she ran back to their food stand.
"Who's that?" Dylan asked.
"An old friend. I met her when she lent me an umbrella while I was waiting for a bus in a shelter during a storm. She's nice." Rose answered.
"Why she called you Blue Rose?" he asked in a curious tone.
"Oh, because my hair is blue." she answered.
"Really? Like blue... blue?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"Yeah, bright blue actually. Haven't I told you that before?" she asked.
"No. What I was thinking then was you're a short, skinny, black-haired girl." he answered.
She looked at him. "I'm a bit skinny, yes, but I'm not short. The top of my head can reach the tip of your nose."
"You're still short. My ex can reach my forehead." he replied.
"Hey, I thought you want to forget her?" she reminded him.
"Oh, yeah. My bad." he said, showing a guilty face.
"Forget her already. If she's a gold-digger, well, let her dig. She might be getting her gold, but digging also means her hands are dirty." she told him.
He was hooked by what she said. He realized she was actually right. That time, he felt a spark of courage to finally forget his unpleasant past relationship completely.
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While they were on the bus on their way home, Rose fell asleep on Dylan's shoulder. He let her rest because he knew she was tired of assisting him the whole day.
When they got home, she took him to his room. "Mission accomplished. I've done my job for you today. I'll go home now. Bye!" she said, then she turned her back ready to leave.
"Um, Rose?" he called.
She turned back. "Yes?"
"I just want to say... thank you for what you did for me today. I had fun... I think... I'm ready to forget my ex now." he told her.
She smiled. "I guess that means I'm good at my job."
He smiled too. "Yeah... you are."
"All right, take a rest now. See you again tomorrow." she said.
After she brushed his hair with her fingers, she left.
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At night, while Dylan was in the bathtub, he recalled his time with Rose at the lake. He went back to the moment he held her body. It was only at that time he remembered her small waist and soft bosom.
He tried to imagine what she looked like, but after many attempts, he still failed to draw a picture of her in his mind. He only knew her height, body figure, and hair color. What he couldn't see was her face. As he was thinking, he became curious.
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The next day, Rose came a bit late. She found Dylan in the living room.
"Hey, I'm here. Sorry, I overslept. You must be hungry. Come on." she said.
"No, I don't want to eat yet." he replied.
"Oh, okay" She sat beside him.
"Let's play a guessing game." he requested.
"Looks like you're in a good mood. Okay, how to play that game?" she asked.
"Just get any object around the house, then I'll guess them. I told Bridgette to get one of mom's lipsticks. If I guessed the object correctly, I'll draw a dot on your face, if not, do it on mine." he instructed.
"All right" she agreed, then she began to collect different objects around the house and put them all on the couch. "Ready?" she asked.
"Yep" he answered.
"Okay, here's your first object." She placed it in his hand.
"This one is easy. It's a mug." he answered.
"Correct" She grabbed his hand and placed it near her face.
He drew a dot on her left cheek.
"Next" She handed him another object.
"Mmm... a bracelet or a bangle?" he guessed in an uncertain tone.
"Wrong. It's a duct tape." She took the lipstick and drew a dot on his forehead.
They continued the game until they reached the last three remaining objects. As they were busy playing, Mrs. Walton arrived.
"No. What makes you think this is a spoon? There's no spoon this big. This is a ladle... Pfft! You're so dumb at this game." Rose said.
"Hey, I don't know what a ladle is." he complained.
"Shut up, give me your face. You told me to get any object here in your house. I just did. Now, look at you. You look like a clown in a horror movie." she said, chortling.
"What did you do to my beautiful face?" he asked, laughing.
Then, they heard a voice. When Rose looked, she saw Dylan's mom chuckling behind a chair.
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