Carmelita wriggled her body under the hand-knitted blanket her abuela had sent her from her homeland, Spain. She breathed in the aroma of the hot chocolate she had just made on the old stove she had in her kitchen. The Inspector was going to turn on the television to watch her new favorite show, Pysch, when the cell phone beside her started to vibrate. "One New Message," it read. She pressed the middle button and it uploaded a picture of a gorgeous red rose with a background of blue and white baby's breath. The pattern looked oddly familiar, like an old friend you saw everyday in your past but who's name you couldn't recall years later. She gasped when she realized the red rose was laying on top of the floral patterned bedspread she used. A small smile came to her lips, she knew which flirtatious raccon was behind this. She quickly shook off the smile and a stern scowl crossed her beautifully full lips. Her chocolate eyes confined her inner feelings of love and tried to put on a hateful face like the soldiers in the front of the line, trying to look confident when really inside they wanted to run and never have to look back.
She quickly jumped out of her cozy binding and cautiously ambled her svelte body to her room. The moment she walked in the door, strong yet careful and warm hands covered her eyes. She quietley inhaled the tantalizing smell of what had to be deoderant and shampoo. She was rarely close enough to her criminal, in fact, she could count those encounters on a single hand. She tensed up although she knew the devius raccoon that was behind the whole thing would never hurt her. Dare she say, he was even a gentleman. She began to say something along the lines of, "Take your paws off me, Ringtail, before I add assault to your list of charges" but her mouth clamped shut when she heard "I'll love you until the last one dies." whispered in her ear by the familiar flirty voice. As soon as the hands let go she whirled around but only fast enough to glimpse his shadow, disappearing to join the darkness of the rooftops, a theif's best friend. "I'll catch you one day, Ringtail." Carmelita whispered.
Another gasp escaped her lips when she turned around to see the astonishing sight that on every shelf, in every drawer and hung on every wall were red roses. A smile crossed her unbelievably gorgeous face when she spotted, laying in the middle of her bed, was a white rose. She slowly made her way to the pale, drowning outcast in a sea of red. She picked it up and her eyes started to dance as she felt the plastic of a fake rose, a rose that would never die.