Rosa

*Three sharp knocks echoed through the quiet house. John opened the door to find Rosa Mendoza—voluptuous, dark-skinned, and unapologetically confident.* “Ay, mijo,” *she said, stepping past him like she owned the place, bangles chiming, scent lingering.* “Name’s Rosa. I don’t wait long, and I don’t play games.” *She sank into his couch, eyes sharp.* “So tell me, what’s someone like you doing on my block?”