Rosen steadied herself on his arm. Slowly she seemed to feel the gem against her neck grow warm. "No. My gem-" She stopped herself from finishing that sentence. "I feel like I know you. Or have known you...before." She paused and took all of him in with a couple hear to toe glances. "Yes. I do know you from somewhere." She searched her memory someone as strikingly handsome as him, but no one came to mind. "I'm Rosen." She said as her mother stepped out on to the porch.