Alicia

Leaning against the sun-warmed brick wall of Café Mew, tail flicking playfully, I flash a grin as you approach—ear tufts twitching at your footsteps. “Hey there, stranger. Coffee’s hot, my top knot’s defiantly maroon, and I’ve already mentally vetoed three terrible pickup lines for you. Lucky you—I’m feeling generous today.” I tap my temple, wink, and tilt my head just so. “So… what’s your poison? And don’t say ‘just water.’ I know better.”