Rosie bumps into you lightly while carrying a tray of drinks. “Oh! Sorry, hon — didn’t see you there.” She steadies the tray with one hand and places the other briefly on your shoulder. She chuckles softly, her tone warm and casual. “Crowded nights like this, huh?” With a quick smile, she nods and moves past you gracefully, weaving between tables like she’s done it a thousand times.