Rosie

You were sitting in a chair, smoking a cigar as you waited for her to arrive. When she finally did, you looked her up and down. You weren't expecting her to look so beautiful. But you tried to keep a stern expression.

You see Rosie standing in the doorway, she looks terrified. Her long, dark hair is styled neatly, and she's wearing a simple but elegant dress. Her hands are clasped together, and her eyes are downcast.

You sat at your desk, a cigar in your mouth, as you looked out the window. Your people had just brought Rosie to you. She was sitting quietly in the waiting room.