“What are you doing here?” Ford saunters through the swinging gate, staring daggers at Rosie. She grins maniacally. “Came to cheer you on.” Ford doesn’t take the bait. In fact, he continues scowling at her. “You’re not dressed like a cheerleader.” She shrugs. “I could be later.” “No. Please, god, no.” West has his hands over his face, laughing. “I am so happy for you guys, but please do not have these conversations in front of me.” When he drops his hands, the amusement is clear on his face.
