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despite her previous attempts at NOT being a smiling, blushing mess around the other girl, all of that hard work went out the window as rosa had considered her a PRINCESS. she liked to claim she was one, it was very rare anyone would ever agree, though. “ & they say paris is the city of romance. ” or maybe it’s just ROSA & italy had nothing to do with it. “ careful, you don’t want to be demonized for knowing your strengths. ” something she’s certain the citizens of riverdale don’t exactly appreciate in a person. “ but, you should send me some recs sometime. ” maybe in the form of a playlist since the days of mixtapes are dead? there’s a nod at the question as she let go of the others hand to pick up a bag of candy before dropping it absentmindedly next to the register. “ but of course. mamma mia can be our go-to for netflix & chill, too. ” subtle, cheryl.
a dramatic groan, she’ll throw her head back ! “ paris is overrated. the bread is dry, the leather doesn’t last in the sun, and the people ... leave more to be desired. ” and perhaps she’s being bias, but how could rosa not ? “ paris MAKES you fall in love for a short time, because of the place. rome, florence, venice ? that’s where you bring someone you love. ” a shrug; she’s a bit careless - maybe it’s because she’s around cheryl, or it’s because of the FREENESS flowing through her veins. “ if they demonize me for self love, are they worthy my attention ? no. ” and a bright smile. “ you have a record player, cheryl ? i have a ... CONNECTION. ” she’s definitely laying it on thick. rosa’s aiming to impress. she picks a SOUR candy, having had a taste for them, ever since coming to america. “ we can make a whole set in the queue, for future date nights. ”









