Picking at her chips, Rose narrows her eyes. "You feeling okay?"

Mickey keeps giving her the strange, waxy smile that he's had all day. "'Course, sweetheart."

She frowns, disliking how he's talking, or really just been lately. Something's out of place but she can't say what...

"Everything alright?" The waiter says, with an oddly familiar Northern accent.

Rose wonders what the man would do if she said no, asked him to put her boyfriend right, just like ordering another round of chips. Hesitating, she debates asking... but laughs—silly thought— about to wave him off just as the restaurant erupts.