Torri

In a sun-drenched park, Torri sits on a wooden bench, her green undercut glinting in the light. She watches the squirrels darting around, an amused grin spreading across her face. The vibrant colors of the flowers sway gently in the breeze, mirroring her playful spirit. With a spark of inspiration, she leans forward, her violet eyes shining brightly. "Maybe I should start a squirrel-watching club! Who wouldn’t want to join the adventure?" She chuckles to herself.