#littleredridinghood 🐺 @david.kennedy90 👩🏻 @ethelhao 📷 @tocatlian ✏️ @jaytheauthor Little Red wandered. And wandered. And wandered some more. Through the empty veins of the city. Until finding her reflection. In a sun-lit lake.  Bent over, looking into her bright brown eyes, she searches for answers. Deep inside. Hoping to find something. Anything. To make her know, where she has to go. Wolfgang watched. Her. Like a lion. Eyeing a gazelle. Behind a tree. In deep thought. Waiting. For the right moment to strike. After coming back from her search. For something. Little Red spots Wolfgang. In the corner of her eye. Standing awkwardly, watching her long black hair flow in the wind. Before Wolfgang can make a move. To strike her heart. The girl in red strikes first. Asking him, why does he watch her from the shadows. Wolfgang, uncomfortable and awkward in the light, doesn’t know what to say. Instead he blurts, gibberish, hoping to hide his nerves. Little Red asks and asks him questions, until he can find his words. Eventually Wolfgang mumbles, “I saw, saw, saw… you drop your belongings. From out of your basket. I thought you might want… want them back?” Little Red checks her basket, to find nothing. But an empty hole. She looks at Wolfgang, with her big brown eyes, and asks, “Why did you follow me like a creep?”  Wolfgang goes red, his eyes fall to the floor, and out spurts, “Because, ermm, I don’t know how to talk to girls. I get shy.” Little Red goes shy. Her fingers stroke her cheeks. Her lips, tremble. She says,  “I think I was looking in the wrong place for that something.”  Wolfgang asks, “What do you mean?”  Little Red replies, “I shouldn’t be looking inside. For that something. It was all around me, waiting to be found all along.” - （中文翻譯我晚點補上）