"Hey Roz, wait!"

But she couldn't wait. She grabbed her small black purse (the one she'd hit Frasier with) and ran out of the café. She was barely out of the door when she began to sob.

She didn't move; just stood there underneath the green awning, crying into her hands as the rain began to pour.

Damn it, why was she so stupid? When Frasier had canceled the first time, she should have just stayed at home. It was a sign of epic proportions but she just hadn't seen it. Still crying, she slumped into the chair, not caring that the driving rain was soaking her dress clear through to the skin.

Suddenly she heard voices from inside the café, but she was too weak to see what was going on. A few thuds and groans and then a body, stumbling through the front door. In the dark the figure turned to the entrance and laughed. "Yeah? Well, just wait till next time! You'll see!"

Roz couldn't believe it. "Bulldog? What in the hell are you doing out here?"

"Just a minute ago you were asking me what I was doing in there." He corrected. Now she was really ticked off and she turned the chair away from her.

"I don't care. Do whatever the hell you want, okay? Just leave me alone."

His expression softened as he walked toward her, his face now illuminated but the soft lighting of the outdoor café lights. "Roz, I'm sorry, okay? I was just-look, those guys… they won't be bothering you again. I promise."

"Yeah, right. You can't promise me that, Bulldog. No one can. And it doesn't matter anyway because I'm never coming in there again."

"Roz, I-."

She froze at the sight of him. Something was different; very different. He was now sporting a black eye. The sight made her rise from her chair, forgetting how cold she was. "Oh my God, what happened?"

"I told you… they won't be bothering you anymore."

"What? I-I don't understand. I-."

The two men came out of the Café and she purposely turned her head. No way would she look at them. But suddenly they were standing at her table. She turned to them in anger. "What in the hell do you want? Haven't you done enough damage?"

The dark haired man spoke first, extending his hand in greeting. "Ma'am, my name is Paul Amorist."

"Roz Doyle." She snapped.

"Pleased to meet you, Roz. Look, Larry and I… Um, that's Larry next to me."

"Yeah, I figured. Hey Larry."

"I'm Larry Selwood, Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Doyle." Larry said, extending his hand.

"It's just Roz, okay? And what do you want?"

"Um, we just wanted to-."

She saw Bulldog shove them from behind and they stumbled foreword. "Um, we wanted to-."

"They're sorry they loosened the cap on the sugar and ruined your drink." Bulldog finished. "And they want to make it up to you. They'll never do something as immature as that again, RIGHT?"

"Um, yeah man, whatever."

"Now apologize to the lady again!" Bulldog ordered.

"Um, we're sorry." Larry stammered.

"Very sorry." Paul echoed.

"A-and?"

"And here's some money to pay for another drink." Larry said, handing Roz some money. She looked at the bill in her hand and gasped. "Fifty dollars? But this is-."

"Not quite enough, but it'll do." Bulldog said. And I'll send you the bill from the doctor as well, all right?"

"Um… okay. Well, we'd better go." Larry stammered.

"Yeah, that's a good idea so GET OUT OF HERE!" Bulldog yelled.

Both men scrambled away from the front of Café Nervosa, and headed for a silver Mercedes, which pulled away from the curb within seconds.

But Roz could only look at Bulldog in amazement.