Nathanael's pov:
"You look like shit," much like his daughter, Richard does not mince his words.
"Thanks," Rosemary turns around to pick her handbag and coat from… The ground.
"Did something happen?" this time, I beat Richard to the question.
"Yeah, I was on the way and then realized I needed to use the bathroom so badly, I ran in like a maniac, so I threw everything on the floor," she says while putting her coat on.
Without another word and caring very little at how unconvincing her story was, Rosemary brushes past me before stopping to gawk at us again, "So, are we going or not?"
Both me and her father stand still looking between each other and then at Isabelle who's eyes keep darting from one person to another, seemingly skeptical.
"And here I thought, you came to get me," Rosemary's voice tugs at my attention again, "Do you have something to say to her?" she points at her friend.
