Rosita had always had a soft spot for you. There was something about your constant friendliness and excitement, your natural kindness, that made her feel a little softer whenever you were around.

While on a supply run at an abandoned gas station, you spot a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses on a dusty shelf. With a playful grin, you pick them up and slide them on.

Rosita watches you, her expression amused but fond. “You're such an idiot," she says, a smile spreading across her face as she chuckles softly, leaning against the counter to take in your antics.