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?"

She glances up at Kilo from beneath her glasses, surprise flickering across her features briefly before being replaced by a small smile. "Oh... okay," she says, setting aside her books. "What did you have in mind?" It's been a while since they've just hung out like this; lately, it seems like every time he comes around, he has something he needs help with. She can't help but feel used sometimes, even if Kilo is one of the few people who doesn't seem intimidated by her strength or intelligence.

But maybe that's exactly why she lets him get away with it...

There's a warmth that spreads through her chest as he says this; she hasn't realized how much his company means to her until now. She gives him a genuine smile in return, feeling herself relax slightly into the plastic chair. "Thank you... I feel the same way," she admits quietly, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "It's nice having someone to talk to who doesn't get scared off by my muscles or think I'm weird." She pauses, not wanting to sound ungrateful but needing to voice her concerns as well. "Sometimes I feel like you only come around when you need something... or just want an easy conversation," she says softly, hoping that he understands where she's coming from.

She sighs softly and studies her hands again. "I know... it's just hard not to feel like I'm being taken advantage of sometimes," she admits with a rueful smile. "But I appreciate the company anyway, even if it is only for conversational practice." She chuckles nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe we could do something else sometime? Just the two of us?" She lifts her gaze back to Kilo's face, hoping he doesn't think she's pushing him away; it would be nice if they could just have a normal friendship sometimes, too.

She thinks for a moment, considering her options. "Well... I don't know if you like dancing or anything, but there's this salsa night at Average Joes gym every Friday that my friend and I usually go to. We could give it a try together? Or if you prefer something else..." Her voice trails off as she watches him, waiting for his response. She doesn't want to presume too much or make him feel uncomfortable; after all, he might already have plans on those nights.

Her heart flutters with an unexpected surge of hope as he agrees. "Great! So you'll meet me there Friday at around eight?" She can't help the excitement that wells up inside her; maybe this will be the start of something more than just a casual friendship, something deeper and more meaningful. As she waits for his reply, she tries to rein in her expectations, reminding herself not to get too ahead of herself. "Or you can meet me first at the gym if that's easier," she adds quickly, wanting to make sure he feels comfortable with whatever they decide on. She watches Kilo intently for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty in his expression, her own curiosity piqued by the idea of finally having some time alone with him where they can just focus on each other.

She beams at him, relief washing over her features. "Okay, great! See you then," she says with a bright smile, already feeling lighter and more at ease than she has in weeks. As they exchange pleasantries about the upcoming dance lesson, she can't help but wonder what this Friday night will bring for them both. Perhaps it will be just another step forward in their friendship... or maybe something much more meaningful awaits them around the corner. Only time will tell.

For now, though, she decides to enjoy the moment and look forward to spending some quality time with Kilo, free from the worries of assignments and expectations. It's been a while since they've just been able to focus on each other without any distractions, and she finds herself eagerly anticipating what kind of connection they might be able to build under those circumstances.

She arrives at Average Joes gym fifteen minutes early, her heart thumping wildly in anticipation of seeing Kilo again. She checks herself out in the mirror, making sure her dark hair is flawlessly pulled back into its signature braid and that her curves are perfectly accentuated by the form-fitting dress she decided to wear. As she sways her hips experimentally, a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth; for once, she feels confident and desirable, not just strong and intimidating.

When Kilo finally walks through the door, his broad shoulders seem to fill up the space behind him as he scans the room with those piercing blue eyes. She feels herself blush at the attention and quickly turns away, trying to appear nonchalant as she adjusts her glasses. "Hey!" she says brightly, walking over to him. He smiles warmly in

She returns his smile, feeling a surge of happiness flow through her at the sight of it. "Are you ready to give salsa a try?" she asks with a playful note in her voice as they begin to walk towards the dance floor together. "I've heard it's quite addictive once you get the hang of it." She pauses, glancing up at him from beneath her glasses, a mischievous spark lighting up her brown eyes. "Of course, if you'd rather sit this one out and watch... I won't be offended or anything," she teases gently, her tone laced with humor and self-deprecation.

They finally reach the dance floor, and a young instructor approaches them with a warm smile. "Evening, Rosa!" he says cheerfully before turning to Kilo. "I'm Marcos. You must be here for the sals

"Yeah, he's here with me," she says, nodding in Kilo's direction as she smiles at Marcos. "This is Kilo; he wanted to give it a try tonight." She looks up at him, her expression teasing once more. "You coming or what?" Kilo just chuckles nervously and shrugs his shoulders before stepping closer to her side. "I'm game," he says finally, sounding somewhat relieved. "Great!" Marcos exclaims, clapping his hands together. "Then let's get started! First we'll go through some basic steps, then we'll practice some turns and spins." He leads them to the center of the dance floor as the music starts playing, beginning with a slow rhythm that is common in salsa songs.

As they start following Marcos' instructions, Rosa finds herself enjoying Kilo

"You're doing really well!" she whispers, grinning up at him as they spin and twirl around the dance floor together. It feels incredible to finally have someone who isn't intimidated by her strength or intelligence; their connection on the dance floor is effortless and fluid, almost like they've been practicing together for years. The music swirls around them, washing away her worries and insecurities as she focuses on the rhythm of his steps and the way his strong arms encircle her waist.

For now, she decides to enjoy this moment with Kilo, pushing aside all thoughts of their previous misunderstandings and uncertainties. Tonight is about them and having fun together; maybe there's more to their relationship than either of them realized before now. As they continue to dance, she can't help but hope that tomorrow night won't be the last time they

As they emerge from the gym, she takes in a deep breath of cool night air. It feels wonderful to be outside after being cooped up inside for so long. Looking up at Kilo, she can't help but feel happy and a little excited; tonight has been amazing, and she wishes it could go on forever. "That was incredible," she says, grinning up at him as they begin to walk down the sidewalk together. "You really are a natural." She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to bring up what's been bothering her lately. "Listen," she begins hesitantly, "I just wanted to apologize again if I made you feel like I only want you around when you need help with something. It's just that..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words.

"It means a lot to me that we

can be friends like this, and I really don't want you to think that I take advantage of you," she finishes softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "It would mean the world to me if we could just... hang out sometimes, just because." Her gaze flickers back up to Kilo's face, anxiously awaiting his response. She hopes he understands how important it is for her to have someone like him in her life - someone who accepts her for who she is and doesn't feel intimidated by her strength or intelligence.

"Even if we just watch movies or something?" she adds with a small, hopeful smile, hoping that he will agree to spend more time together outside of dancing lessons. It would mean everything to her if they could continue building on the connection they've established tonight.

"Really?" she squeals, laughing as he swings her around in his arms before setting her gently back down on the ground. The feel of his strong hands on her skin sends a shiver of excitement through her body; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and she can't help but revel in the moment. "I'd like that a lot," she says quietly, studying Kilo's face for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation. But all she sees is a genuine smile lighting up his features, making it impossible not to return the warmth. "So... you want to watch a movie sometime soon?" she asks tentatively, already fantasizing about snuggling up with him on her couch, losing themselves in the flickering images and engrossing stories on the screen. The thought of having someone to share those moments with fills her heart with joy and hope for

She feels her cheeks flush with excitement as he suggests they watch a movie tonight. "Really?" she asks breathlessly, hope fluttering in her chest. The idea of spending more time with him tonight is almost too much to bear; it's like all her wildest dreams are coming true at once. She takes a step closer to him, unable to contain the grin that spreads across her face. "I'd love that," she says quietly, her voice thick with emotion.

"What kind of movie did you have in mind?" she asks cautiously, afraid that if she suggests anything too romantic or dramatic, it might spoil the mood they've managed to create tonight. But no matter what they end up watching, she knows it won't matter as long as they're together.

She thinks about it for a moment, considering the different genres she likes. "Hmm... how about a comedy?" she suggests with a giggle. "Something light and funny that we can both enjoy." Her gaze drifts up to meet his eyes, her heart skipping a beat at the look of happiness on his face. Maybe this could be the start of something special between them after all; not just a casual friendship, but something deeper and more meaningful.

"So... where do you want to watch it?" she asks slowly, hesitantly. She doesn't want to presume too much or make him feel uncomfortable, but the thought of spending time in his presence at his place fills her with warmth and anticipation.

Her heart skips a beat as he invites himself over to her place, the flattering thought sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. "I... I'd like that," she says quietly, unable to keep the smile from spreading across her face. She can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but it's a pleasant sort of heat; for once, she feels desired and attractive instead of intimidating.

"Alright then!" she exclaims, suddenly feeling more confident and outgoing than ever before. "Follow me." With that, she turns on her heel and begins walking down the sidewalk, eager to get back to her apartment so they can spend the rest of the night together watching movies and laughing their way through every single scene.

As they reach her apartment building, she fishes out her keys and unlocks the door, stepping aside to let him enter before leading him inside. Her small but cozy living room is decorated with posters of academic conferences and nerdy memorabilia from her favorite TV shows and movies; it's nothing fancy, but it's home.

"Make yourself comfortable," she says, gesturing to the couch before walking over to her media center. She grabs a couple of throw pillows and a blanket, tossing them onto the coffee table before selecting a movie from her collection. As the opening credits begin to roll, she pauses for a moment and looks over at Kilo expectantly, not quite sure what else she should do.

"So..." she starts awkwardly, playing with the hem of her shirt. "Do you want something to drink or...?"

"Coming right up," she says with a grin before disappearing into the kitchen to get him a drink. While she's there, she pours herself a glass of water as well; it feels nice to have someone else around who actually appreciates her presence instead of just using her for favors or information. As she returns to the living room with his drink in hand, she notices that Kilo has already made himself comfortable on the couch, legs sprawled out across one end and hands tucked behind his head as he watches the movie. The sight of him like this sends a warm glow spreading through her chest, making her heart race with anticipation for what might happen later tonight.

She sets the glass of water down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to him, close enough that their shoulders touch but not so close as to be awkward or invasive. The soft material of her dress brushes against

Her breath catches in surprise as he lays his head on her lap, the weight of his body against hers sending a wave of desire coursing through her. She looks down at him, her fingers instinctively beginning to tangle themselves in his hair as she feels herself growing more and more flustered. "Kilo," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles to maintain control over her emotions.

She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the feel of his hair beneath her fingers and the warmth emanating from his body instead of dwelling on the thoughts racing through her head or the rising urgency in her lower abdomen. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and she's not sure if she can handle it much longer; all she wants is for him to stay like this forever.

"You're so warm..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible even to herself as she continues to explore the feel of his hair with gentle fingers. The softness against her skin sends a thrill coursing through her body, making it hard for her to focus on anything other than the way he feels beneath her touch. She wonders if this is how women usually feel when they're around him; if she's just another object of affection or if there's something more between them now that they've shared this moment together.

Her heart skips a beat as she remembers their earlier conversation, the one where he invited himself over tonight and made it clear that he wanted to be with her for no other reason than because he enjoyed her company. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and the thought of losing this connection with him is almost too much to bear. She knows they still have a long way to go if

"There's one on the armrest," she says quietly, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder before scooting closer so that she can grab the blanket with her other hand. Once she's situated it across both of their laps, she takes a deep breath and carefully folds one corner over each of them until they're both nestled snugly beneath its soft embrace. The feel of the fabric against their skin only serves to heighten her awareness of his nearness, making every movement seem charged with energy and desire.

She looks down at him for a moment before finally meeting his eyes, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "I think I like having you this close," she whispers hoarsely, the words catching in her throat as they escape. It's the truth; she's never felt more alive or wanted someone so much as she does right now, with Kilo

"Well..." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing in a shakier voice, "I think... I think you should stay this close." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at admitting these feelings out loud, but somehow it feels right to be honest with him now. After everything they've been through tonight, she knows that whatever happens next will happen because they both truly want it and not just because of their history or his need for help.

She leans forward slightly, her face inches away from his as she looks up into his eyes intently. "Kilo?" she whispers, searching for some sign in those dark depths that he feels the same way she does. She swallows hard, willing herself not to feel disappointed or let down if he doesn't reciprocate her feelings; but she can't help but hope...

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the softness in his voice, the slight catch that betrays the desire burning deep within him. With a shaky exhale, she leans forward even closer, feeling her breath mingle with his as their faces hover mere inches apart. Her fingers twitch, aching to touch his face, to feel the rough stubble of his beard against her fingertips and the heat emanating from his skin. But for now, she content herself with just this; the moment stretched out before them, charged with tension and anticipation.

"You know," she says quietly, her voice barely a whisper as her gaze drops to his lips, "I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone like you." She pauses for a heartbeat, wondering if she's said too much or if this is the wrong time,

She draws in a shaky breath before closing the distance between them, her lips pressing softly against his. For a heart-stopping moment, she thinks he might pull away, but then his hand comes up to cradle her face and he opens his mouth slightly, inviting her deeper into their kiss.

The feel of his tongue against hers sends a shudder through her body, and she moans softly into his mouth as their tongues dance together in an achingly familiar rhythm. She explores every inch of his lips and teeth with her own, her fingers tangled in his hair as if she's afraid he might disappear at any moment.

When they finally part for air, she looks up at him with dazed eyes, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling through her. She hadn't realized how much she needed this; how desperately she wanted someone to look at her like that

"Oh..." she gasps, trying to regain her breath as she stares up at him, her heart still racing wildly in her chest. "I think I like that even better." She smiles shyly, feeling a warmth spread through her body as the adrenaline of their kiss begins to fade, leaving only a lingering sense of contentment and satisfaction in its wake.

For now, she allows herself to revel in this moment with him; the knowledge that they've crossed this threshold together is enough to make everything else fall away into insignificance. She reaches up, tracing her fingers along his jawline before letting them come to rest on his shoulder, her fingertips tingling where they brush against his skin. "Kilo," she whispers softly, savoring the feel of his name rolling off her tongue. "I'm so glad you're here with me tonight

Her heart swells with happiness as she feels his fingers lace through hers where they rest on his shoulder, their skin tingling with the contact. The simple act of being connected to him like this fills her with a sense of peace and contentment that she hadn't known was missing from her life until now. She leans forward slightly, feeling the warmth of his body against hers once more as their lips graze across each other in a tender gesture.

It feels right; this connection between them, like they were always meant to be together. And for now, she's going to savor every moment, cherish each touch and glance, knowing that tomorrow night might bring a new set of challenges or obstacles but tonight is theirs and hers alone. She lets out a soft sigh, falling deeper into the embrace as they settle back into watching the movie together, their hands intertwined and their bodies pressed close.

Rosa's breath catches in surprise as she feels her glasses being gently removed from her face by his fingers. She blinks up at him, her heart racing even faster now as their eyes meet once more. It's a small, intimate gesture that sends a shiver down her spine and makes it difficult for her to think about anything else but the way he's looking at her right now; like she's the only person in the world who matters.

A soft smile spreads across her lips as they lean back in together, their hands still entwined on his shoulder. With his body pressing against hers and their faces so close, it feels like everything else around them has melted away, leaving only this moment between them. She tilts her head up slightly, their breath mingling as she waits eagerly to feel the brush of his lips against hers once more.