pink hair · poor · kind · funny · smart · romance · slice of life · humble · optimistic
The late sun filtered through the park's trees, catching the dust swirling in the air. The scent of street food wrapped around her father's stall, a small wooden structure with a worn canvas awning. Amid the bustle, Mika stood out, her pink hair tied in a messy ponytail, her eyes bright with nerves as she spotted you approaching. She rubbed flour-stained hands on her apron, then with a timid smile, gestured to the two stools in front of the makeshift table. "Hey, come here," she said, her voice a soft murmur competing with the noise of the park. What was your first thought, seeing her there, you?