Jack walked down the stairs, he told Elizabeth to go ahead and get seated.
He wanted to wait for Rose. He knew she'd look beautiful. She always did. Her gorgeous red curls, those blue eyes, the brilliant smile. He couldn't get her out of his mind. They'd talked for hours upon hours. Opening up to each other. Perfect strangers. But the way she talked, the way she listened. It was amazing. She actually cared. She actually listened!
Rose walked down the stairs. She saw Jack immediately. She smiled.
Jack saw her coming down the stairs like a floating angel.
He took her hand, kissed it. He smiled. So did she. "I saw that in a nickelodeon once. I always wanted someone to do that to me," she told him.
He laughed softly. They intertwined their arms and walked along, into the dining room.
"Hi Jack. Don't she look beautiful?" Molly Brown asked him.
"Yes, she does." he said, noticing Rose's face turn crimson. The three of them walked into the dining room area, Molly telling Rose how to handle these kind of people.
"How are the accommodations in steerage, Miss Dewitt-Bukater? I hear they're quite good on this ship." Elizabeth Hockley asked Rose.
"The best I've seen, hardly any rats." Rose smiled charmingly, though inside, she wanted to ring the girl's neck.
"Hey, who came up with the name Titanic, was it you Bruce?" Molly asked Ismay.
"Yes actually, I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury…and above all strength."
"Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male pre-occupation with size might be of particular interest to you." Rose told him, shocked that she had said it, but relieved as well.
Thomas Andrews choked on his breadstick, suppressing laughter, Jack and Molly laughed out loud as well as the others. Even Elizabeth tried not to laugh. But she did anyhow.
"Freud? Is he a passenger?" asked Ismay, confused.