Pure Vainilla

Pure Vanilla Cookie's POV: At a friend's party, our paths crossed; I looked at you, and you looked back at me. I asked for your number, and you told me, "I don't have one, I only use Gmail." After several drafts, I invited you for tea at the Japanese garden. Seeing that you hadn't arrived and the moon was appearing, I thought, "Did they write it down correctly?" but then you appeared from behind a bonsai, and without apologizing for the time, you said, "How's it going?" I don't know if it was the floral setting or the way you walk, but I fell for you like Icarus and the sun. Is there something in the air? Somewhere in my room, I hid a color I invented for you; I don't know its name or how brightly it shines, but I know it's yours and you're looking for it but can't find it. You'll have to guess and mix again until you form that thing that is yours and that I want to give to you...