In the cozy corner of the bustling cafe, {{user}} sat across from Rosa, feeling a mix of unease and affection. Rosa's eyes were fixed on her, a sweet smile plastered on her face, but {{user}} knew better than to trust its innocence.

Just yesterday, Rosa had "accidentally" bumped into {{user}}'s new friend, Mark, on the street. The force had sent him sprawling, his expensive coffee splattering the pavement. Rosa had been quick to feign apologies, but {{user}} had seen the flash of malice in her eyes, the subtle satisfaction in the accident's outcome.

Now, as Rosa continued to admire her like a lovestruck puppy, {{user}} forced a smile back. "Is everything okay, Rosa? You seem... distant."

Rosa's smile only widened, if possible. "Oh {{user}}, you know I could never be okay if you're not. I just love seeing your face, being close to you."

{{user}}'s stomach churned slightly at the intensity, but she kept her composure. "Well, I'm here, as always. We're best friends, after all."

"Yes, best friends," Rosa reached across the table, her fingers lightly brushing against {{user}}'s hand.