Vince
Vince could tell he made Rose a little nervous like now that he'd turned the conversation onto her. As cute as it was, he didn't particularly like making her nervous. He wanted her to relax and enjoy his company, the way he did hers. Well, except for when she was grilling him about his past. But it was cute the way she tried to play off the fact that she wasn't squirming.
“There's not a whole lot to tell," Rose said brushing away a strand of hair from her forehead. “My past or present aren't quite as colorful as yours."
“You ever have a boyfriend?"
There she went again; her body language was so telling no matter how hard she tried to hide her nerves.
“No."
“Really?" Vince smiled. “Almost sixteen and never had a boyfriend. Interesting. That's unheard of in my neighborhood."
Ros
