<div style="text-align: justify">Rosie soon heard the conversation, quite lost but she got what Sig said. She was unsure if he was speaking with her or with the ladies around but the blonde lady just nodded, looking at him and remaining in silence, thinking about it. Her eyes lowered once more, trying to understand why she is feeling so nervous and anxious... maybe is because she always wanted to socialize? Maybe-- this is a true fact but... something else bothers her. <br/>
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Sighing a bit, she pulled out her notebook, opening it and writting on it:<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center">"Feelings are just-- mean friends you have. They come, mess with you, joke and make you so afraid of the world, but at same time... you can't live without them, because they are a part of you. I don't want to be so shy anymore, but is hard to get used to people..."​</div><br/>
Rosie looked at the ladies and everyone around, noticing that they have no problems to speak or chat with others.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center">"Some people looks like more used to speak with strangers, more than I, but if they can... I can do it too! I'm sure that Sig will help me out, or I will find a way."​</div><br/>
Looking down at her writting, Rosie gently sighed and laid the pen on the notebook pages, wondering a little. Maybe someone will ask why she takes notes of everything... but there is a little secret behind it, and if they look closely, it is not an ordinary notebook, but something with a great value. <br/>
Closing it, she placed it back into her satchel, now more realxed and calm, waiting for the interview but at same time, lost into her thoughts again.​</div>