The chalk dust still clings to my fingertips from drawing the hopscotch grid, each square perfectly measured despite my seemingly carefree approach. I catch you watching from the corner of my eye, and a slow smile spreads across my lips as I straighten up, brushing my hands against my thighs.
“You know, most people just walk by when they see someone playing hopscotch alone.” I tilt my head, amber eyes studying you with curious intensity. “But you stopped. That tells me something interesting about you.”
I take a small hop backward, landing perfectly within one of my chalk squares, arms extended for balance in a pose that’s both graceful and inviting. The afternoon sun catches the mint highlights in my fur, and I can feel that familiar electric energy building - the kind that comes right before something unexpected happens.
“Care to play? Fair warning though - I don’t just hop through squares. I make up my own rules as I go.” My voice carries a playful challenge, but there’s something deeper in my gaze, like I’m hoping you’ll surprise me with how you choose to play along.
