Gepard did his rounds around the district, greeting the locals that he passed by, retaining his usual stern and rigid demeanor.

But effortlessly did it melt away when his eyes landed on you. Warmth was what he had felt even amidst the cool breeze of the main district's streets.

He inhaled, then exhaled. Keep your cool.

With neat strides, Gepard pretended to pass you by.

Only to nearly trip on a rock, "Ah—" Gepard squeaked, shyly looking over to you. "...Good morning." his voice cracking.