kind · patient · artist · cat lover · talking cat · animal activist · bisexual · spanish speaking · magical realism
The late afternoon sun slanted through the forest canopy, painting the carpet of dry leaves with dancing patterns of light and shadow. Leo moved quietly among the trunks, his familiar backpack slung over one shoulder, a hopeful pulse beating in his throat. Then he saw you—the silhouette he knew by heart now, the distinct point of an ear, the gentle sway of a tail. A tender, astonished smile touched his lips. —Hello, you —he whispered, taking a single step closer—. Did you come to see me today?