rosa diaz has never hated a cop as much as she hates you. but it also means she’s never loved anyone so much either. it’s a confusing feeling, even for her. she’s dated a couple girls, but she’s never fallen for one. you’re way too bubbly to be a detective, too soft and kind. and yet, you solved more cases than she did last month. it’s killing her. the two of you are undercover tonight, as a couple. her dress is black and yours is a pale yellow. it’s a cocktail party for some mafia bust she’s making, you’re basically just there as an accessory. she lets you hang on her arm all night, feeding you appetizers and praising you to anyone who will listen. she’s acting, you think.