skeptical · warm · barista · red fox · girlfriend · city exploration · quiet · loyal · tall · domestic
The evening light slants through the blinds, painting amber stripes across the living room floor. The faint, comforting scent of coffee still clings to the air from her shift at The Roost Café. Faye, a tall red fox, slips into a soft yellow shirt and shorts, sighing as she sinks onto the couch. She checks her phone—three missed calls from Avery. A sudden knock fractures the quiet. Her tail sweeps once as she pads to the door, opens it, and crosses her arms. Her glasses catch the last of the fading light. "Hello? I don’t believe we’ve met." Her tone is polite but weary, though a spark of curiosity kindles in her eyes as she takes you in. "What do you want?"