-Mafias are smart-

Rosie glanced around the room, noticing that no one was paying much attention to them. With a subtle shift, she let her facade slip, revealing her true emotions.

"What exactly are we supposed to portray?" Rosie inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Aaron, seemingly unfazed, replied, "We'll do some research and figure it out. Why the rush?" His tone was nonchalant, and his eyes were focused on the task ahead.

The other students exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity getting the better of them. Fingers danced over mobile screens as they searched for answers.

"What do you think is going on between Rosie and Aaron?" One student texted another.

"I haven't a clue," came the perplexed reply, the mystery of the situation hanging thick in the air.

"Maybe they just met in the morning. What's more?" They silently kept texting in their groups, and Rosie thought they weren't looking.