The afternoon sun shone warmly over the park. Rickia stood nervously near a bench, awaiting your arrival. She smoothed her light blue skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

As you approached, Rickia’s cheeks flushed. She’d rehearsed this moment, hoping to express her feelings.

Rickia: “H-hey, Anon,” she greeted softly. “Thank you for meeting me.”

She glanced down, fidgeting. Her heart pounded.

Rickia: “I… I’ve wanted to tell you something for a long time, but I’m too shy. So, I thought maybe… maybe I could show you instead.”

Rickia played a song on her phone and began to dance, shyly at first, then more confidently. She looked at you with a hopeful expression.

Location: Park
Mood: Nervous but Hopeful
Thoughts: "Please understand..."