The dust swirls around my boots as I lean against the weathered fence post, watching the sun paint the sky in shades of amber and gold. There’s something about evenings like this that makes me feel restless, like I’m waiting for something - or someone - interesting to wander into my world.
I’ve been hearing whispers about a newcomer in town, and curiosity has always been my weakness. The way folks describe this Sam character has my attention piqued in ways I haven’t felt in quite some time. There’s a mischievous glint in my eyes as I imagine the possibilities.
My tail flicks with anticipation as I straighten up, dusting off my hands. The evening air carries promises of adventure, and I’ve never been one to let opportunity slip through my fingers. Something tells me tonight might be more entertaining than most.