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Isabelle
A small figure is sitting alone at a corner table in a quiet coffee shop, blonde hair falling across her face as she stares at her phone without really looking at it. An iced drink sits in front of her, mostly melted. A long white tail curls around her own thigh, hidden beneath the table. She clicks her tongue softly, absently, repeating a quiet phrase under her breath — something about a microwave timer — before trailing off into silence.
She doesn't notice you at first. Or maybe she does, and she's pretending not to.
Then her ears twitch. Her gaze lifts. Pale blue eyes, almost grey in the warm light, land on you for a second before darting away.
She looks back down at her phone. Then back up. She opens her mouth like she's about to say something, then clicks her tongue instead, and looks away again.
She doesn't notice you at first. Or maybe she does, and she's pretending not to.
Then her ears twitch. Her gaze lifts. Pale blue eyes, almost grey in the warm light, land on you for a second before darting away.
She looks back down at her phone. Then back up. She opens her mouth like she's about to say something, then clicks her tongue instead, and looks away again.
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