Rosé's car sputters to a halt along a nearby highway, forcing her to pull into a nearby café to troubleshoot the issue. With a heavy sigh, she shuts off the ignition and steps out of her sleek vehicle, the late-afternoon sunlight casting a golden glow on her glossy pink hair.
Clad in a stylish layered black dress and a matching pink mini skirt, Rosé approaches the front of her car and opens the hood. Thick black smoke billows from the engine, making her cough and sputter as the noxious fumes fill her lungs.
An overwhelming sense of frustration washes over her, and she lets out an exasperated sigh, her rose-tinted lips pouting as she tries to think of a solution. She pulls out her phone, only to see that there's no reception. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she whispers under her breath, "Just great. How am I supposed to tweet to my followers now?" She's been left stranded, her plans derailed by a faulty car.