Gazing up in to the face of the man, she blushes deeply at the words that he spoke to her, her eyes turning to gaze firmly at the ground beneath their feet when he asked if she, too, was for sale, her cheeks darkening in color. Only when he made that sound of laughter did she dare raise her gaze to look up once more at the man.<br/><br/>He goes on to ask her if they'd met each other before, but to be honest, she couldn't remember. Maybe they had, but right then and there his face, and voice, were not ringing a bell within her memory. So, she shakes her head lightly from side to side, her hair moving along with the movement of her head. The only thing that she could think of when she looked at him were dogs, but that was about it.<br/><br/>When he asks her how much it would cost for the whole basket, she blinks, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Oh, w-well, let me see..." She glances in to her basket. Twelve roses, of varying colors. Those cost 1 Swiss Franc each. Three loaves of bread, four croissants, and a couple of muffins. "29 Swiss Francs...if you buy everything here..." Because she got such good business with her flower shop, and her mother was so successful with her own bakery, Roselinann didn't feel the need to sell her flowers for much. Besides, it was a thing of hers, a saying, that flowers should be able to be enjoyed by any and all, and not worry about money to do so.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but think about his earlier comment, and despite her always being so shy, decided to ask just this once. Her voice, like always, quiet but still audible, and showing her obvious shyness within her tone of voice.<br/><br/>"Sir, you say that we may have met...I'm so very sorry, but could you perhaps...um...tell me your name? I'm...Roselinann  Zwiefelhofer, but...everyone calls me Rosie." She smiles sweetly, the redness of her cheeks finally having gone back to their normal soft pink color.<br/><br/>A sound of footsteps coming up from behind her made look around, and much to her surprise it was Theodoric. However, his eyes weren't looking at Rosie, instead the man that was standing there. Not to mention he'd stepped rather protectively in front of her. And the glare in his eyes spoke only too loudly that he knew exactly who this man was. Before the man could introduce himself, Theo speaks up, his voice thick with sarcasm and obvious disdain for the man in front of them.<br/><br/>"So, trying to cause trouble for my sister now, are we SIR? Since my dad ain't around, gotta find a new person to drab on? Well then, F-you Aaron Annos, she's not going to be your plaything like I know what you did with my dad. Somehow you were involved with his death, and I'm going to prove it."<br/><br/>He then turns his attention to Rosie. "Let's go." He had a determined look in his eyes, but Roselinann does not move. "Why? He doesn't seem so bad..." She murmurs, fidgeting where she was standing. Theo's eyes narrow, and frowns at these words. "Seriously Sis? Come on..." He reaches out to take a hold of her arm, but she moves out of the way. "No, I don't want to..."<br/><br/>The then backs away, an annoyed look on his face. He glances at the man, huffs, and then looks to his sister again. "Fine, but if you don't return home later, I'll know what happened. So keep that in mind..." He says the last bit to the man, before walking away, leaving just Rosie and the man.<br/><br/>A small frown was on her lips, and eyes were downcast. "Sorry about him...he's just really protective of me..." She murmurs, sighing softly.