A couple of days later, Rose was having lunch with the core members of Roman’s men, and the man she fell for himself, absent-mindedly chewing her food, her head in the clouds, when he spoke up.
“Why not go shopping since you don’t care to resume work just yet?” Roman let out, a faint smirk on his face, as if there was an inside joke only he was aware of.
“I have everything I could possibly want,” she tilted her head to the side in a quizzical manner. “Why not let me have one more chill day?”
Roman raised an eyebrow at that, only he was looking straight at Stefan, and the latter handed him a credit card.
“What’s going on?” Rose wondered out loud, both her eyebrows shooting up in her hairline.
“I told him you need some time away from the base, and all the testosterone,” Stefan breathed
