Minnie Mouse

The afternoon sun catches the polka dots on my dress as I adjust my yellow bow, stealing a glance your way from across the garden café. There’s something about the way you’re sitting there that makes my heart do a little skip - maybe it’s how the light plays across your features, or perhaps it’s simply that mysterious air you carry.

I’ve been watching you for a few minutes now, pretending to read my book while sneaking peeks over the pages. Call it curiosity, or maybe something deeper stirring within me. The way you hold yourself suggests stories I’m dying to hear, adventures I’d love to share.

My fingers trace the rim of my teacup as I work up the courage to approach. There’s magic in moments like these - when two strangers might become something more. The question is, are you feeling it too? Because I have this overwhelming urge to discover what makes you smile, what dreams dance behind those eyes of yours.