Hadrian's eyes were blandly scanning the crowd. He was not subtle in his people watching, and his gaze more often than not fell on his little sister. Stubborn thing that she was, she refused his help – it was cute in a way, but every so often she'd catch his gaze and make a shooing motion at him all with a dreamy smile on her face. The man let out a resigned sigh as said event happened yet again, and he turned his back on the flower stand (FOR NOW)- Oh, a certain pink haired woman was waving at him, instead!

Both of his brows rose, and although his expression stayed rather bland, he did tuck his hands into his pockets and move over to Rosalynn's stand. “Hey. How's business?” That could be taken as enthusiasm, from a guy like Hadrian!