Rose is jesting sunny on the yellow streets.
A bright, sunny day bathed the yellow streets in warmth, where two best friends walked cheerfully side by side."Hey Sunny, you have yellow hair—and you're walking on yellow streets! What a coincidence, hey hey hey!" Rose said teasingly, her tone playful yet filled with tenderness.
She wore a yellow skirt that fluttered softly in the breeze, a yellow sunflower tucked into her shiny black hair. Sunlight kissed her skin, leaving a glow that danced with beauty.
"You wore a yellow one-piece, too," Sunny giggled. "And even a yellow flower. What do you call that—a coincidence?"
Rose shook her head with a small smile, eyes closing as if savoring the air. "No," she said softly, "if it's about me, it's destiny."
She inhaled gently, feeling the light chill of the golden street air. "We both wore yellow," she added, her voice bright with joy. "What a perfect match."
