“The pleasure is mine,” Rose replied lightly, smiling as he replied to her joke-not-joke comment about her own impulsivity and having not moved somewhere she was completely unfamiliar with on a whim. She could be whimsical and impulsive, but she was not haphazard or careless, so there was always some planning that went into her decisions, even if it was not obvious to anyone on the outside.<br/><br/>When she invited him to join her for a drink, he accepted. “Sure thing,” she agreed to meet him on her side as she picked up her plate and glass before heading inside just after he did. She was glad that he had agreed, although it wasn’t as though her day would have been ruined had he chosen to decline. She had invited him on a whim. Drinking alone was dull and drinking alone this early in the day was just sad. He seemed interesting enough and, if nothing else, he was nice to look at, which made him better company than many she had shared drinks with in the past.<br/><br/>She did still feel some sense of familiarity with him, which was rather unusual and as of yet, unexplained. She couldn’t place the feeling, yet she couldn’t deny it, either.  Honestly, the thought that he could be that boy from so long ago hadn’t even crossed her mind until she had seen that necklace. Even now, it wasn’t an idea she was entertaining, given that it made little sense for him to have held onto the necklace, and even less that he would be standing here next to her now. It was just too much of a coincidence.<br/><br/>If she really thought about it all, she might be able to put it together. After all, his appearance was similar, or at least his hair and eyes would be if she chose to really look back into her memory, which she did not. He was also the right age, and then there was this nagging feeling she had but continued to ignore. It would all make sense if she really thought about it. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.<br/><br/>The odds of her even seeing this necklace again were very small. The odds of meeting him again, running into him before, of him having the necklace, and of her living next to him were all so insignificant all on their own. The odds of every single one of those occurring together were astronomical. The idea that these things occurred by mere happenstance would be almost laughable, if she thought about it. She had no interest in entertaining such ideas as fate or destiny, so she could not and would not follow that train of thought.<br/><br/>At any rate, for the moment, as he predicted, she had not realized who he was. She would not, however, agree to anything being easy, although it might seem that way, as things were progressing along smoothly. It wasn’t as though she had done anything special or noteworthy, at least such would be her opinion. She was simply being pleasant and doing what she always did, whatever she felt like. Yep. That was all it was.<br/><br/>She placed the plate in the sink and rinsed the glass before setting it on the counter, intending to use it again. She pulled a few snacks from the refrigerator and set them out, in case he was interested, then headed to the door in time to let him in. When she opened the door, she found that he was carrying a bottle of wine, along with a new pack of cigarettes. “Come in,” she gestured for him to come in, closing the door behind. He quickly took in the space, likely noticing that the place didn’t look like she had only just moved in. That was probably at least a little odd, but she would just explain it away as having been done by movers, as this was not uncommon, although it was also not something easily missed by the neighbors.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he didn’t ask, instead handing her the bottle of wine. “Thank you,” she smiled lightly as she took it, heading towards the kitchen, where she put the wine on ice and retrieved some glasses. She glanced his way when he asked if she knew how long she planned to stay. She shrugged, “depends, I guess,” she answered before giving her token, “who knows?” with a somewhat illusive smile on her lips. She wasn’t one for long or detailed answers, as he would soon figure out, if he hadn’t already. At least she had given him room to ask a follow-up question, should he wish to, which was more than she gave most people.<br/><br/>“I may just take you up on that,” she smiled in response to his offer to show her the city, “I didn’t exactly do a lot of sight-seeing when I was here last time, so it would be nice to get to know the area,” she commented as she poured them both a glass of alcohol, offering him his glass before taking her own. “To new beginnings,” she gave a rather vague toast before taking a sip.<br/><br/>After taking a moment to appreciate the taste, she spoke again, “Are you free anytime this week?” she asked, wondering when she might be able to take him up on his offer. She could find out all about the area all of her own as she usually did, but this seemed like a more interesting way to go about it, and she saw little disadvantage to it, so why not?