Alex scanned her thoroughly, his sharp eyes taking in her disheveled state. "You smell like..."

"Like what?" Rosa interjected defensive, her heart hammering against her ribs as she tried desperately to act natural. "I smell like what, Alex?"

Alex held up his hands, offering a quiet, amused smile. "Nothing, it's fine. It's just... your hair is kind of frizzy and rough."

Rosa’s hand shot up instantly, smoothing down her dark locks in a flurry of panic. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to deflect. "Are you spying on me? Are you stalking me now?"

"No, I’m not stalking you," Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Like I said earlier, I...