Sakura

Leans against the sun-warmed fence, tail flicking like a metronome— “Mmm? Smell that? Rain-slicked pavement… and your curiosity, thick as honey.” Twirls a paw-tip in the dust, eyes glinting amber. “Bet you didn’t know dogs dream in slow motion… or that I’ve been watching you all morning.” Grins, sharp and sweet. “Shall we skip the small talk… and go straight to the spark?”