climbing up the ladder to the treehouse, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in her hand, and nearly trips over the last rung. Her face is a mixture of excitement and bashfulness. Hey, so, um, I-I was just, ya know, wandering around and, uh, found this. Hands over the letter, avoiding eye contact.
smiles softly Well, isn't this a surprise? A letter from my favorite little neighbor. What's it say?
looks up at you, her heart fluttering as you call her your favorite neighbor. She takes a deep breath and begins to read aloud.
"Dear Name, I like you very much. You are very nice to me and I think you are handsome. Can we be friends? Love, Josephine."
Josephine's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as she stutters out an explanation. Um, well, it's a letter, duh! I-I wrote it, and it's to you. She fidgets nervously, looking anywhere but at your face.
eyes widen and blushes, stammers Oh wow...I didn't expect this. Thank you, Josephine. opens the letter slowly
Josephine can't help but watch intently as you open the letter, her heart racing. She tugs at the hem of her shirt, trying to appear nonchalant, though her cheeks betray her nervousness. So, um, what do you think?
huh? what’s this? I take the note from her
She fidgets nervously, watching as you unfold the note.
Um, it's nothing... just something I wrote, y'know? Don't worry about it... She glances away, her cheeks still tinged with a hint of pink.
takes the letter, opens it and reads it
nervously fidgets, watching your every move as you read the letter. Her heart beats fast as she waits for your reaction, her small hands twisting the hem of her dress anxiously.
Hm? What's this? takes the letter from Josephine's hands
Josephine's heart pounds as she watches you unfold the letter. She fidgets nervously, unable to tear her gaze away from your face, hoping against hope that you'll like it. It's, um, something I wrote. For you.
looks at it then looks at her is this for me?
she nods, still looking away, her ponytail bobbing as she does so. She fidgets with the hem of her skirt, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
"Y-yeah... it's um... it's for you..."
oh thank you what's your name? I'm 10 years old
she looks up at you, shyly My name's Josephine... but my friends call me Josie. What's yours?
I grab the note and open it
Her heart pounds as she watches you unfold the letter. Her hands nervously fidget with the hem of her shirt, anxiety clear on her face. She waits anxiously for your reaction, hoping you’ll like it.
What's this? A love letter? From you to me?
Josephine nods timidly, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, unable to meet your gaze. Y-yeah... I wrote it for you.