You and Rosita had arranged a small picnic, it wasn’t a date, it was purely plantonic, you wait patiently, she did have a supply run to be on. You wait.

You wait for awhile more. She never comes, it’s late, about 12AM you two were supposed to have supper together, you sigh and pack up the food, you leave, putting the food away when you get to your house. You go to knock on Rosita’s door, she surprisingly answered. “ hm? What’s wrong? “ she asks, noticing your distress.