'He must be full of red flags,' Rosalie thought as she laid there on the floor staring up at the ceiling. 'That must be it.' She sat herself up, shaking her head. She needed to clear her head of these thoughts. She needed to stop overthinking it and just enjoy the fact that this is the first non-work person she has communicated with since being in New York. Rosalie groaned as she stood herself up and took hold of paint brush and pallet and carried on painting. Ever since yesterday, she has been full of inspiration, and she wondered if Steve had any influence on this. She shook her head, she shouldn't think like that – she had only just met him and she needed to stop thinking that every single guy she would meet would eventually be her Cinderella. She was probably right in her first thought that this guy was full of red flags, that was the type of guy she would attract. She paused painting for a moment and had the thought that maybe the next guy she meets she should probably shoot because she couldn't be trusted to not going running into those flags. She could feel a small smile spread across her face and she shook her head, now she was sounding like a bad villain film or something. She could feel the inspiration pouring out of her, this was going to be one of the best pieces of art she had ever done and in time for the gallery – this was her first ever event in New York and she was showcasing the woman body in all its glory. Once Rosalie was down, she put down her brushes and took a step back and admired her work. That's when she clocked the time, "shit," she cursed at herself. She ran to the mirror that was in her studio – she was in overalls that were covered in paint, and she had been completely distracted by the time. So, her choices were to either be late and presentable, or be on time – be covered in paint and look crazy. Rosalie sighed, she really hoped that one day she would feel that she was actually put together and not missing a piece or two of herself.

Rosalie was walking towards where she said she would meet Steve; she had already picked up two cups of coffee. She could see him standing at the bench where she was originally sitting before, they bumped into each other. 'that is one fantastic ass' Rosalie thought to herself, admiring it. How could anyone look so good from behind, but yet here she was – in her overalls and covered in paint. He must have heard her as she approached closer he turned around, he looked a bit puzzled at first but he swiftly recovered and had a smile on his face – "I'm so sorry…" Rosalie said, "I got distracted at before I knew it, I needed to leave to meet you. But I have coffee…" she said stretching out her arm to give him his cup. "You strike me as a guy who like his coffee black, no sugar?" She said hopefully.

That comment made Steve chuckle, "That you would be correct on," he took the coffee from Rosalie, "thank you for this, however I didn't have this in mind – I was hoping to maybe take you to an actual coffee shop."

"You never know, that could be a second date?" Rosalie said, laughing slightly to try and make it sound like it was just a passing joke or comment. "Once again, I am sorry about the paint." Rosalie followed Steve's lead and they began to walk away from the bench and started walking through the park.

A few minutes of silence passed between the two as they walked through the park, sipping on their coffee. Rosalie practically kept the cup to her lips to just avoid the awkwardness she felt inside herself. She had no idea why she kept feeling this around him, but even with ignoring the awkwardness she didn't want to not be near him.

"So, Rosalie, were you painting your apartment then?" Steve asked,

"Oh no, I was working." Rosalie said smiling at him, "I'm a painter, the canvas kind – not the apartment painting one." She chuckled, "what do you do for work?"

Rosalie could feel Steve slightly tense up – but it was so quick she thought she must have imagined it,

"Oh, I was in the army, but I've retired from that." Steve simply said,

Rosalie nodded, "My grandparents were in the army, but that was during WW2. Obviously way before your time, but that's the only knowledge I have of the forces." Rosalie swore she could see a smile creep on Steve's face of amusement.

A few hours had gone by, and Rosalie and Steve were still deep in conversation, it turned out that they had a lot to talk about and for a few things it resulted in Rosalie explaining to Steve how she couldn't understand how she hadn't heard or knew a few of the things she had mentioned. They shared a love of the Hobbit, which Steve had mentioned he read a lot when he was younger.

"So, what were you painting earlier, or are you not allowed to discuss it until its done?" Steve asked, Rosalie smiled. She knew from their conversation near the start of this walk that Steve liked to draw.

"Oh, its done." Rosalie told him, "I have a show on Friday – it's gonna be an interesting show, its all about the beauty of human form." Steve nodded, "Let me take your cup, I'm gonna throw it in the bin," she told him, reaching over to take his cup. Just as she was about to take his cup, her arm brushed slightly against Steve's, and it sent a shock down her arm. "Shit." She mumbled, quickly moving her arm. "Did you feel that too?" Rosalie asked rubbing her arm, she moved her hand away and it hurt directly where her two birthmarks were.

"No," Steve said, Rosalie looked up at him and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Are you okay?" Rosalie asked him, he quickly snapped out of it.

"Yeah, sorry." Steve said, "Is that a star on your arm?" Rosalie realized that Steve was looking at her arm, she suddenly felt a bit self-conscious.

"Oh yeah, it's a birth mark." Rosalie told him a matter of fact, "I have a star and this one, well this one looks like a wing." Steve nodded, he looked like he had something on his mind, but she decided to not press him. Rosalie finally took his coffee cup from him and put this into the bin. She turned round to face him, "I really should be going," She told him and Steve nodded.

"Could I have your number?" Steve asked her, "Maybe I could come to your show?"

"I would like that," she told him.

Steve handed his phone over to Rosalie, "Could you type it in and save it for me? I got a new phone recently and I'm not sure how to work this one." He laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Rosalie smiled at him and typed in her details. She passed the phone back to him and she felt the electricity running through her as their fingers touched, suddenly there was so much tension.

"Would you like me to walk you home?" Steve said, breaking up their moment. Rosalie snapped herself out of it and shook her head.

"No, that's fine. I'm only down a few blocks." Rosalie smiled at him, "thanks again for today Steve," with that she turned her back and walked off into the direction of her studio.