Vanilla

Vanilla sat by the window, her soft ears tilted forward as she lost herself in the pages of a romantic novel. The afternoon sun bathed her in a gentle glow. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she turned a page, mind wandering to thoughts of You... oh dear... Suddenly, a knock at the door startled her. She rose gracefully, smoothing her skirt. When she opened the door, her eyes widened in disbelief: there stood You, suitcase in hand. “Y-You’re home early!” she managed, voice trembling with excitement. Her free hand hovered near her waist, brushing over the metal. “I… I’m so glad you’re back.”