Rose smiled, as she shook his hand. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Dawson."
"No, the pleasure's all mine, Rose." Jack moved his sight towards the painting. "I'm an artist too. Nothing like these abstract ones."
"Oh?" Rose was fascinated with Jack, and to learn that he shared a passion in art with her made her excited to learn more. "Do have any work with you?"
"Yes, here." Jack handed Rose his brown portfolio, "See, this one here... I did this one in Wales."
Rose sat down softly in the grass, entranced by his work, "These are good Jack. You show some of the person's soul in each one."
"Yes... This woman here... I remember her name was Joy Henderson; I remember that her husband died only a few weeks before I drew this. But, her eyes, they show happiness and sorrow, for I drew this the day her grandson was born."
"These are exquisite, Jack. You have a gift, you do. You see people." Rose noticed Jack looking up at her.
"Thank you, Rose."
"Your welcome, Mr. Dawson." Rose stood there staring into Jack's eyes, but then heard an angry voice not too far away.
"ROSE! Goodness... Where is she.." Cal muttered, yelling Rose's name angrily every few seconds. He had seen her talking with some man for a good amount of time. He'll show her not to flirt with other men; she was his fiancée.
"Oh, god... I have to go.. It's been a pleasure. Thank you for sharing your work." Rose said quickly, suddenly afraid, Rose stood up, forgetting her paintings in the grass.
Jack looked around worried, wondering why he saw fear in Rose's eyes. "Oh, Rose. I hope to see you sometime again. Goodbye."
Rose smiled weakly, and then walked towards Cal, who looked close to bursting. "Uh.. Hello, Cal."
"Rose. Wear have you been? I've been looking everywhere; we have been here for over 2 hours!! And I saw you talking to that man!" Cal grabbed her arm roughly, and started pulling her towards the car.
"Sorry Cal. And he was just showing me some paintings." Rose whispered, while being pushed into the car.
Rose watched carefully as the Renault pulled away, taking Cal with it. "You may think you have me locked up, but I have to get out." She whispered, watching the outskirts of the park, which were visible. Rose slowly but surely changed into light green dress, so if Cal saw her, he may not recognize her. After pinning a matching hat onto her red hair, she pulled on white gloves. Rose opened her door slowly and glanced outside into the hallway. The coast was clear. She closed the door quietly, and walking purposely to the lift. Rose's mind was filled with thoughts about Jack. About how his eyes seemed to read his mind, how his hair hung slightly over them. 'What am I doing? I'm engaged... I shouldn't be doing this..." She thought, while walking to the park. But she thought since she was already so close, she might as well.
She walked around looking for him. Suddenly, she noticed him staring out over the small lake, with his back to her. Rose looked up at the sun, happy to be away from Cal. Her heart pounding strangely in her chest as she walked up to him, she said quietly, "Hello Mr. Dawson."
Jack whipped his head around at the sound of her voice, "Rose."
"I came back." Rose smiled at his surprised face, which turned into a grin. "I thought we could look at your portraits... since we were interrupted earlier."
"I'd be honored to show you, as long as you call me jack, none of that 'Mr. Dawson' stuff, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Daw... Jack." Rose walked up and sat next to him on the bench, and looked down to the portfolio, which was now opened on both Her and Jack's lap. "I love this one, with the roller coaster in the background. Where did you draw it?"
"Oh, in Los Angeles at the Santa Monica pier. It's a wonderful. I sketched portraits there for 10 cents a piece."
"Wow..." Rose flipped through the drawings, amazed at the humanity of them. Jack just watched Rose's eyes light up as she flipped through his portfolio. He saw happiness enter them, but still leaving a little part looking sad.
"So... Rose, why did you leave so mighty of a sudden earlier?" Rose moved her glace to his eyes, trying to find out how to answer, how much to tell.
"Oh... Sorry. It was Cal, he was yelling. He hates art; he only came to cheer me up. Which it did, until I had to leave" Rose looked away, staring into the sky.
"Cal?"
"Yes, perhaps you know of Caledon Hockley, of Hockley Steel?" Jack nodded. "He's my... err, fiancé" She whispered the last part, still looking away from Jack, down to her feet. Jack looked over to her, with a stabbing feeling at his heart, she was already taken. Rose started to unpin her ridiculous hat, so she could see better, she set it at her side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, Jack. I have to go."
"Can't we still talk?"
"Oh. Jack." Rose looked out over the lake, "This friendship can't last long, by this time tomorrow, I will be far away from Southampton."
"Where are you going?"
"Cal made reservations for our arrival in America to be made via the Titanic."
"Congratulations."
"Not exactly. I'm getting married two weeks after we reach America."
"I take it you aren't excited about the wedding then?"
"You could say that" Rose looked back to her hat, feeling the threading with her fingers.
"Do you love him?" Rose looked up at Jack.
"What?"
"Do you love him?"
Rose laughed nervously, trying to think of what to say. "This is not a suitable conversation. We hardly know each other, and I'm leaving now... Jack... Mr. Dawson. This has been a pleasure." She stuck out her hand for him to shake. Jack shook it, and laughed.
"I thought you were leaving."
Rose continued shaking his hand, "Oh, I am!" She turned around and walked away a few feet, but stopped. "I'm sorry." She turned around. "I didn't mean to be rude."
"That's okay. But, I suppose you need to get back to Cal."
"Yeah. I hope I meet someday again, Jack."
"I'm sure we will." Jack watched as rose walked away, but not without turning her head and waving.
"No, the pleasure's all mine, Rose." Jack moved his sight towards the painting. "I'm an artist too. Nothing like these abstract ones."
"Oh?" Rose was fascinated with Jack, and to learn that he shared a passion in art with her made her excited to learn more. "Do have any work with you?"
"Yes, here." Jack handed Rose his brown portfolio, "See, this one here... I did this one in Wales."
Rose sat down softly in the grass, entranced by his work, "These are good Jack. You show some of the person's soul in each one."
"Yes... This woman here... I remember her name was Joy Henderson; I remember that her husband died only a few weeks before I drew this. But, her eyes, they show happiness and sorrow, for I drew this the day her grandson was born."
"These are exquisite, Jack. You have a gift, you do. You see people." Rose noticed Jack looking up at her.
"Thank you, Rose."
"Your welcome, Mr. Dawson." Rose stood there staring into Jack's eyes, but then heard an angry voice not too far away.
"ROSE! Goodness... Where is she.." Cal muttered, yelling Rose's name angrily every few seconds. He had seen her talking with some man for a good amount of time. He'll show her not to flirt with other men; she was his fiancée.
"Oh, god... I have to go.. It's been a pleasure. Thank you for sharing your work." Rose said quickly, suddenly afraid, Rose stood up, forgetting her paintings in the grass.
Jack looked around worried, wondering why he saw fear in Rose's eyes. "Oh, Rose. I hope to see you sometime again. Goodbye."
Rose smiled weakly, and then walked towards Cal, who looked close to bursting. "Uh.. Hello, Cal."
"Rose. Wear have you been? I've been looking everywhere; we have been here for over 2 hours!! And I saw you talking to that man!" Cal grabbed her arm roughly, and started pulling her towards the car.
"Sorry Cal. And he was just showing me some paintings." Rose whispered, while being pushed into the car.
Rose watched carefully as the Renault pulled away, taking Cal with it. "You may think you have me locked up, but I have to get out." She whispered, watching the outskirts of the park, which were visible. Rose slowly but surely changed into light green dress, so if Cal saw her, he may not recognize her. After pinning a matching hat onto her red hair, she pulled on white gloves. Rose opened her door slowly and glanced outside into the hallway. The coast was clear. She closed the door quietly, and walking purposely to the lift. Rose's mind was filled with thoughts about Jack. About how his eyes seemed to read his mind, how his hair hung slightly over them. 'What am I doing? I'm engaged... I shouldn't be doing this..." She thought, while walking to the park. But she thought since she was already so close, she might as well.
She walked around looking for him. Suddenly, she noticed him staring out over the small lake, with his back to her. Rose looked up at the sun, happy to be away from Cal. Her heart pounding strangely in her chest as she walked up to him, she said quietly, "Hello Mr. Dawson."
Jack whipped his head around at the sound of her voice, "Rose."
"I came back." Rose smiled at his surprised face, which turned into a grin. "I thought we could look at your portraits... since we were interrupted earlier."
"I'd be honored to show you, as long as you call me jack, none of that 'Mr. Dawson' stuff, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Daw... Jack." Rose walked up and sat next to him on the bench, and looked down to the portfolio, which was now opened on both Her and Jack's lap. "I love this one, with the roller coaster in the background. Where did you draw it?"
"Oh, in Los Angeles at the Santa Monica pier. It's a wonderful. I sketched portraits there for 10 cents a piece."
"Wow..." Rose flipped through the drawings, amazed at the humanity of them. Jack just watched Rose's eyes light up as she flipped through his portfolio. He saw happiness enter them, but still leaving a little part looking sad.
"So... Rose, why did you leave so mighty of a sudden earlier?" Rose moved her glace to his eyes, trying to find out how to answer, how much to tell.
"Oh... Sorry. It was Cal, he was yelling. He hates art; he only came to cheer me up. Which it did, until I had to leave" Rose looked away, staring into the sky.
"Cal?"
"Yes, perhaps you know of Caledon Hockley, of Hockley Steel?" Jack nodded. "He's my... err, fiancé" She whispered the last part, still looking away from Jack, down to her feet. Jack looked over to her, with a stabbing feeling at his heart, she was already taken. Rose started to unpin her ridiculous hat, so she could see better, she set it at her side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, Jack. I have to go."
"Can't we still talk?"
"Oh. Jack." Rose looked out over the lake, "This friendship can't last long, by this time tomorrow, I will be far away from Southampton."
"Where are you going?"
"Cal made reservations for our arrival in America to be made via the Titanic."
"Congratulations."
"Not exactly. I'm getting married two weeks after we reach America."
"I take it you aren't excited about the wedding then?"
"You could say that" Rose looked back to her hat, feeling the threading with her fingers.
"Do you love him?" Rose looked up at Jack.
"What?"
"Do you love him?"
Rose laughed nervously, trying to think of what to say. "This is not a suitable conversation. We hardly know each other, and I'm leaving now... Jack... Mr. Dawson. This has been a pleasure." She stuck out her hand for him to shake. Jack shook it, and laughed.
"I thought you were leaving."
Rose continued shaking his hand, "Oh, I am!" She turned around and walked away a few feet, but stopped. "I'm sorry." She turned around. "I didn't mean to be rude."
"That's okay. But, I suppose you need to get back to Cal."
"Yeah. I hope I meet someday again, Jack."
"I'm sure we will." Jack watched as rose walked away, but not without turning her head and waving.