Rosemarie, with her bright red hair and pale cream dress, looked up from her book long enough to offer a look to the gentlemen nearby. They had been arguing for some time now; the contents of which came as no concern to her. Superficially, at least. She finally made an unpleasant noise when one of the men saw fit to call the other heartless, and the woman turned to face them.

"I know this isn't my business, gentlemen," she began lightly, "but maybe you should both consider your taste in clients. Before you chase everyone out of this cafe." She leaned back into her chair, smiling with amusement at her own comment.