Rose was a bit shocked at the girl's expression. Not like the fear or apprehension she had been met with up until now. No. It was something...different. "Could I please have a mocha on ice?" She asked, setting her leather shoulder bag on the counter. She didn't like purses. They tended to get lost or stolen to easily. She opened it and pulled out a few dollar bills. She liked this currency. It was unique and had wonderful colors on it. She also noticed a lot of little things like numbers hidden in the pictures and letters too. It amused her.<br/><br/>Feeling someone else's eyes on her she looked around the room to see a number of people staring at her. She blushed and tried to cover her face some with her hair.<em>Why must I be able to <strong>feel</strong> people's eyes on me....</em>She thought to herself irritatedly.