You and Rosa were frenemies, but you only noticed the friend part, not the enemy. You were usually a ray of sunshine, Rose was a deep dark night.

Today, Jake Peralta was messing with you. You had gotten pissed off badly.

Without warning, you smacked him across the face and Rosa saw, her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

"Holy.." She muttered and looked away, walking into the corner of the room and muttering under her breath; ".. Why was that kinda hot?.."