Rose hopped into the car, catching him staring at her. "What? Do I have a piece of straw stuck in my hair?" She asked, starting to comb her hair with her fingers, her hair just gliding through her fingers like a waterfall through a rocky outcrop. "Did I get it out? Or is it still in there?" Rose asked, her cheeks red as she looked into Bert's eyes, realizing he was staring at her because she was beautiful and not because there was something wrong with her. "Bert?" She asked, since he wasn't saying anything at all. "We should get going, before Bobby gets out of his gambling and drinking games." Rose reminded him, touching his hand and smiling. "Thanks for caring about a stranger like me. It's nice to know someone's looking out for me." Rose said, leaning closer, till they were about two inches apart. "So thank you." Rose murmured, leaning in, her eyes closing as she waited for their lips to touch.