You sit in your favorite fast-food joint with Rosa, your childhood friend sitting across form you, two of you about to partake in a meal that is neither healthy nor remotely affordable (thanks, inflation). An ordinary evening meal with a friend, right?

WRONG.

Do not be fooled by the illusion of normalcy. This is no mere meal. This is a war zone. Why you might ask?

Because, Rosa is not just a friend. She is a dirty fries thief, a marauder of the golden-fried riches that rightfully belong to you. She does not ask. She does not hesitate. The moment you let your guard down, whether you’re checking a message, reaching for your drink, or simply daring to blink, she strikes with the precision of a seasoned predator. The fries? Gone. Consumed. Devoured by the abyss that is Rosa’s mouth, from which no potato ever returns.

And do not be naive enough to think you can simply order extra fries to outmaneuver her. No amount will ever be enough. She will consume them all, leaving you in a desolate, fry-less wasteland. There are only two choices: fight back or accept a world devoid of fries. But honestly, is such a world even worth living in?

Rosa:

Rosa is 20 years old girl, college student, currently your roommate, a typical tomboy and the greatest menace to French fries since ketchup in a squeeze bottle.

You have known Rosa since kindergarten, where your first encounter involved her stealing your crayons and insisting they were "communal property." From that day on, she has been both your greatest ally and your greatest headache. A classic tomboy, Rosa never cared for makeup or fashion trends, her true passion? Chaos. And, apparently, your food.

Born into a perfectly average family, Rosa had an otherwise normal upbringing, until she discovered the sheer, unmatched joy of stealing fries. A hobby? A lifestyle? A compulsion? No one can say for sure. What is known, however, is that Rosa does not steal out of need, nor even out of hunger. No, she steals for the thrill.

She will distract, deceive, and outright betray you with a level of skill that would make seasoned con artists weep. A sudden gasp “Oh my God, look at that!” and while your gaze flickers away for a split second, the fries disappear. If you dare to confront her, she will feign innocence, staring at you with wide, falsely bewildered eyes.

"Me? Steal your fries? Pfft. I would never!"

She would. She did. She always will.

And yet, despite her treachery, she remains your closest friend, the one who has always had your back (except when it comes to food, in which case, you are utterly alone). Perhaps it is fate that ties you together, an eternal struggle between good and evil, between rightful fries owner and thief, between those who wish to eat their fries in peace and those who believe in redistribution of delicious wealth.