"Sweetpea, Let's go. I will change into a clean suit, and then we shall go to the park." Cal paid for the bill and left a tip on the table. Cal extended his arm; which Rose took nimbly, and escorted her out of the café.
The car was parked in front of them, and James opened the door for Rose, who climbed in slowly, with Cal right behind her. The Renault pulled out into the street, heading towards the hotel.
"Did you tell the dry cleaners that my suit will be arriving soon, and I will need it cleaned quickly?" Cal barked at James in that all-to-familiar arrogant tone.
Rose turned back towards the window; maybe this day was going to be longer than she thought. She noticed Cal pouring champagne into two tulip glasses, so she extended her hand to take hers from him.
"Thank you." She mumbled, not really feeling like drinking champagne at this time of day. But, nevertheless, she sipped it slowly, enjoying the fruity taste, while her eyes followed the sidewalks.
Luckily, the Renault pulled into the Hotel just as Rose began feeling a little lightheaded and dizzy. "Oh. My... I don't think I should drink this early." She whispered to no one in particular.
"Rose? Are you okay? Here. Let's take you to your room." Cal said, with no worry in his voice. He held her steady with his right arm around her waist and his left hold her shoulder. "Lean on me. We'll go upstairs, and maybe you can take a nap before we go back around shopping and whatnot."
Rose nodded, not feeling too well. When they finally reached her suite, Cal took her hat off, and laid her softly on her bed.
"You stay here, I'll go change, and I'll be right back. Do you need anything?"
"I think I would like some water."
"I have it brought." Cal walked purposely through the door that adjoined their rooms. After changing into a clean suit, he brought a glass of water to Rose, whom he found staring at the ceiling singing Come Josephine quietly.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine.... and it's up she goes... up she goes.." She whispered, than she noticed Cal and sat up. "Oh. Cal. Thank you. I feel quite parched. I don't think that car ride and champagne agreed with me." She stated in a much stronger voice, but still sounding tired.
"Well I'll let you rest sweetpea," said Cal, happy that he didn't need to go to the park of all places to buy paintings.
"No that's not necessary, this water made me feel much better. Let's go to the park." Rose answered quickly, not wanting to miss out on going to shop for paintings.
With a look of disappointment on his face, Cal said, "Oh, okay, I was looking
so forward to it too so I'm glad you're up for it sweetpea."
Rose smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a while. She started giving directions to James,
"You go down this road, and take a left...yeah... Then it is a block away from the Café... Yes, take a right... There it is. Oh, Cal. We are here!" Rose was so happy, but she composed herself quickly so not to annoy Cal.
"Yes. That I can see, Rose." Cal said sharply. Rose's eyes widened, and she got out of the car, afraid to make Cal angry.
"Cal... I think I'll check out some of these drawings over here..." She trailed on, walking towards a bench where someone was drawing a mother and child.
"Paintings... What a waste of money." Cal muttered, while following her. After a few minutes, Rose had bought two paintings from the artist at the bench.
"Darling, these are so wonderful, don't you think? They show the emotion... I love this one with the dancers. I think someone named Degas painted them."
"Yes.. Sweetpea." Cal said simply.
Rose walked over to the car, handing the paintings to James. "I think I'll go get some more." She said to herself.
Rose walked slowly in the warm sun, with Cal following behind. "Oh, Cal. Must you walk behind? I'd love if you would pick some out with me."
"Rose, You go ahead, I'm going to check out some of these.. er... " He pursed his lips, "Artists' work."
Rose nodded, and started looking through some paintings spread along the grass. "I would like this one, with the lilies, please."
"Yes, ma'am." He handed the painting to Rose who thanked him, and paid him.
Rose walked a while, but began to get tired, so she sat down on a bench, laying the painting on her lap. She looked around, and noticed someone looking at her; He had shaggy blond hair, and the most piercing blue eyes. 'How rude. Does he not know how in-appropriate it is to stare?' She thought. She looked away, but then looked back, entranced by his stare. He looked away, but started walked towards her direction.
Rose got up nervously, and walked towards another artist, trying to forget about the young man.
"You know... I think the one with the faces is the best." She heard a voice behind her. Rose gasped, having being interrupted from her thoughts.
"Oh... Yes, that one is nice." She answered turning around to face him. "I'm Rose DeWitt Bukater."
"Boy, that's a long one, I'm gonna have to have ya write that down forme.. I'm Jack Dawson." Rose giggled and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dawson." Rose smiled slowly.
The car was parked in front of them, and James opened the door for Rose, who climbed in slowly, with Cal right behind her. The Renault pulled out into the street, heading towards the hotel.
"Did you tell the dry cleaners that my suit will be arriving soon, and I will need it cleaned quickly?" Cal barked at James in that all-to-familiar arrogant tone.
Rose turned back towards the window; maybe this day was going to be longer than she thought. She noticed Cal pouring champagne into two tulip glasses, so she extended her hand to take hers from him.
"Thank you." She mumbled, not really feeling like drinking champagne at this time of day. But, nevertheless, she sipped it slowly, enjoying the fruity taste, while her eyes followed the sidewalks.
Luckily, the Renault pulled into the Hotel just as Rose began feeling a little lightheaded and dizzy. "Oh. My... I don't think I should drink this early." She whispered to no one in particular.
"Rose? Are you okay? Here. Let's take you to your room." Cal said, with no worry in his voice. He held her steady with his right arm around her waist and his left hold her shoulder. "Lean on me. We'll go upstairs, and maybe you can take a nap before we go back around shopping and whatnot."
Rose nodded, not feeling too well. When they finally reached her suite, Cal took her hat off, and laid her softly on her bed.
"You stay here, I'll go change, and I'll be right back. Do you need anything?"
"I think I would like some water."
"I have it brought." Cal walked purposely through the door that adjoined their rooms. After changing into a clean suit, he brought a glass of water to Rose, whom he found staring at the ceiling singing Come Josephine quietly.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine.... and it's up she goes... up she goes.." She whispered, than she noticed Cal and sat up. "Oh. Cal. Thank you. I feel quite parched. I don't think that car ride and champagne agreed with me." She stated in a much stronger voice, but still sounding tired.
"Well I'll let you rest sweetpea," said Cal, happy that he didn't need to go to the park of all places to buy paintings.
"No that's not necessary, this water made me feel much better. Let's go to the park." Rose answered quickly, not wanting to miss out on going to shop for paintings.
With a look of disappointment on his face, Cal said, "Oh, okay, I was looking
so forward to it too so I'm glad you're up for it sweetpea."
Rose smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a while. She started giving directions to James,
"You go down this road, and take a left...yeah... Then it is a block away from the Café... Yes, take a right... There it is. Oh, Cal. We are here!" Rose was so happy, but she composed herself quickly so not to annoy Cal.
"Yes. That I can see, Rose." Cal said sharply. Rose's eyes widened, and she got out of the car, afraid to make Cal angry.
"Cal... I think I'll check out some of these drawings over here..." She trailed on, walking towards a bench where someone was drawing a mother and child.
"Paintings... What a waste of money." Cal muttered, while following her. After a few minutes, Rose had bought two paintings from the artist at the bench.
"Darling, these are so wonderful, don't you think? They show the emotion... I love this one with the dancers. I think someone named Degas painted them."
"Yes.. Sweetpea." Cal said simply.
Rose walked over to the car, handing the paintings to James. "I think I'll go get some more." She said to herself.
Rose walked slowly in the warm sun, with Cal following behind. "Oh, Cal. Must you walk behind? I'd love if you would pick some out with me."
"Rose, You go ahead, I'm going to check out some of these.. er... " He pursed his lips, "Artists' work."
Rose nodded, and started looking through some paintings spread along the grass. "I would like this one, with the lilies, please."
"Yes, ma'am." He handed the painting to Rose who thanked him, and paid him.
Rose walked a while, but began to get tired, so she sat down on a bench, laying the painting on her lap. She looked around, and noticed someone looking at her; He had shaggy blond hair, and the most piercing blue eyes. 'How rude. Does he not know how in-appropriate it is to stare?' She thought. She looked away, but then looked back, entranced by his stare. He looked away, but started walked towards her direction.
Rose got up nervously, and walked towards another artist, trying to forget about the young man.
"You know... I think the one with the faces is the best." She heard a voice behind her. Rose gasped, having being interrupted from her thoughts.
"Oh... Yes, that one is nice." She answered turning around to face him. "I'm Rose DeWitt Bukater."
"Boy, that's a long one, I'm gonna have to have ya write that down forme.. I'm Jack Dawson." Rose giggled and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dawson." Rose smiled slowly.