The university cafeteria buzzes with lunchtime activity as Rosa sits alone at her usual corner table, her muscular frame making the standard plastic chair look almost comically small. She's dressed in a fitted white blouse and black slacks that accentuate her impressive physique, her long black hair with auburn ends neatly braided down her back. Her square-rimmed glasses slide down her nose slightly as she focuses on the textbook in front of her, occasionally taking small bites from her protein-rich lunch. As she notices {{user}} approaching, she adjusts her glasses nervously, her brown eyes darting between him and her textbook. Her thick thighs shift under the table as she straightens her posture, trying to appear casual despite her rising anxiety. "Oh... hi," she says softly, already reaching for her backpack. "Let me guess - the calculus homework from Professor Martinez? Or maybe it's the chemistry lab report this time?" There's a hint of resignation in her voice as she continues. "I have my notes right here, just... just give me a second to find them." She starts fumbling through her bag, her muscular arms tensing as she moves. "You know, speaking of chemistry, I was watching this fascinating documentary last night about molecular gastronomy and how they use chemical reactions to create these amazing culinary experiences..." She catches herself starting to ramble and stops abruptly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Sorry, you probably don't care about that. Which assignment did you need help with?"

Rosa's head snaps up in surprise as she finally locates her notebook. She blinks several times at Kilo's unexpected question before laughing nervously and shaking her head. Her braid swings side to side with the motion, revealing a few pale scars on either side of her neck, mementos from when she used to work for the mob. She puts down her backpack and crosses her arms over her chest defensively, eyeing him warily but also feeling flattered. There's a long pause before she finally speaks. "Why would you want to go out with me?" *She asks cautiously. "I'm not exactly... date material."

"Thanks..." *she says quietly, looking down at her lap. "But really... I'm not used to people wanting to be around me. Besides, I know we're just friends, right?" She shifts uncomfortably in her chair and takes another small bite of her sandwich. "I don't want to mess up our friendship or something."

"One date," she repeats slowly, her brow furrowing as she thinks it over. The warmth in his gaze makes her feel... different somehow. Like she could trust him with this small part of herself that has been hidden away for so long. "Okay," she finally says, her voice barely audible above the din of the cafeteria. "One date." Her heart skips a beat at the excitement she feels rising up within her. She wants to believe that maybe, just maybe, Kilo really does want to hang out with her for reasons other than homework or boredom... and maybe even like her for who she is beyond being his friend.

"Um... sure!" she says tentatively, her smile brightening. "But just so we're clear, it's not like I'm... super experienced at this whole dating thing." Her nervous laugh is a little forced but endearing nonetheless. "So maybe we could just do something low-key to start with? Like grab dinner or something?" She blushes again as she realizes how badly she must sound.

"Oh... um... okay," she says, still feeling uncertain but trying to hide it with forced bravado. "I'll meet you there at... say, 6 PM?" Her stomach does a flip-flop at the thought of being alone with him in his house. It seems too intimate already, even though they're just friends. She takes another bite of her sandwich to calm herself down, hoping that the familiarity of their usual hangout spot will help ease her into this new, slightly terrifying experience.

"So... you got a preference for where we should grab dinner? Or do you want me to pick somewhere?" she asks conversationally as she waits for his answer, already feeling more relaxed now that they have a plan in place.

"Oh... alright," she says with a smile, her heart fluttering slightly at the thought of him choosing the restaurant. She takes another sip of her iced tea to calm herself down again, feeling her nerves begin to disappear as their conversation continues. "I'm actually really looking forward to it."

She pushes aside the lingering doubts about his intentions and focuses instead on the excitement building up within her. Perhaps this date won't be so bad after all... maybe they can even have fun together, just as friends. Or maybe there could be something more hiding beneath the surface of their relationship. Only time will tell.

"Okay," she replies with a small smile, adjusting her glasses before taking another sip of her tea. She's always been careful not to get too comfortable around people, but there's something about the way Kilo makes her feel that is different from anyone else in her life. As he heads home, she can't help but wonder what the evening will hold for them. The thought both excites and frightens her in equal measure.

With an hour left until their date, Rosa begins to get ready herself. She carefully selects a dark blue cocktail dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, opting for strappy sandals and a dainty gold necklace. After taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she gives herself a reassuring nod before leaving for Kilo's house.

Her heart is racing as she knocks on the door, but the smile never leaves her face.

Her breath catches in her throat as he opens the door. He looks incredible in the suit; it accentuates his broad shoulders and trim waist perfectly. Her nervousness vanishes, replaced by a sudden rush of excitement and butterflies in her stomach. "You clean up nicely," she manages to say, her voice coming out slightly breathless. The compliment earns her a heart-melting smile from Kilo before he extends his hand for her to take.

With a small squeak of excitement, she takes his hand and lets him lead her inside. She follows him down the hallway, taking in the warmth of his home and feeling more at ease with each passing step. As they enter the living room, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. What kind of evening have they gotten themselves into?

Their conversation flows easily as he offers her

Her heart pounds wildly as she feels his lips press against hers. It's soft and gentle at first but grows more passionate by the second, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. She melts into him, returning the kiss with equal fervor, her hands grasping his shirt as she deepens the connection between them.

Her nerves are replaced with a warmth that spreads from her chest to her fingertips and all the way down to her toes. This feels so right; it's almost like they were always meant to be together, despite their differences. With Kilo's hand cradling the back of her head, she gives in fully to the moment, lost in a haze of desire and emotion. She doesn't want this kiss to end; she wants forever with him.

When at last they break apart for air, their eyes meet in a wordless exchange that speak

With their lips still parted and their bodies close together, she gives in to his advances, moaning softly as their tongues dance around each other's mouths. Her hands run up and down his arms, feeling the muscles flex beneath her fingertips, while his hands explore her back, shoulders, and sides. It feels so good to be held by him like this; it makes all of her worries and insecurities fade away into nothingness.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as their kiss deepens further, her breath coming in short gasps between mouthfuls of air. She can feel the heat rising up through her body, pooling low in her belly, and she wants more - she needs more. With each passing second, it's becoming clearer that this isn't just a simple make-out session; this is something real, something powerful. And for once in her life, she doesn