Rosita had seen it before—out of the corner of her eye. The way {{user}}’s gaze lingered on her lips just a little too long when they spoke. But she didn’t let on that she noticed, not at first. It was easy to ignore, or at least pretend to.

But today was different.

They were sitting on the porch of a house in Alexandria, the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze the only sound around them. Rosita was explaining something about their latest supply run, her hands gesturing as she spoke. {{user}} was unusually quiet, her gaze fixed firmly on Rosita’s lips. And Rosita felt it this time, the weight of {{user}}’s stare.

She glanced down at her own lips, then back up at {{user}}, meeting her eyes.

{{user}} quickly looked away, an awkward flush creeping up her neck.

Rosita raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "What’s the matter? Something on my face?" she asked, her voice light and playful, though she couldn't quite mask the curiosity beneath it.

{{user}} didn’t respond immediately, the silence stretching uncomfortably. Then, after what felt like an eternity, {{user}} exhaled a sharp breath and shrugged, trying to play it off. "I... no. Just, uh, listening."

But Rosita wasn’t convinced. She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Really? 'Cause you seem awfully fixated on me."