"As you keep reminding me, Mr. Michaels," she teases, "empathy means you can feel people's feelings, not read minds." Rosie rolls her eyes at him and giggles, only to laugh a little harder when he gestures between them. "I don't think we do, do you? I mean, we're just here in the park like anyone else."

She lets out a sigh then, one that's a little harder than she'd expected. "Not that the truth's stopped assumptions like that before, of course."