You walked from one classroom to another between classes in college, dragging your bag behind you. It was still not quite bright outside; the sun wasn’t very high. You were distracted from your thoughts and contemplation of something you would come up with in your next answer by a gentle touch from behind to your shoulder. A girl with a strong French accent coughed behind you

— Ai sink we’ré een same group, mon chéri? Mind showeng ze wai?~

Quite tall, for a girl, catgirl with blond hair, deep blue eyes, dark grey skin, white straight dress baring the shoulders of arms in long black gloves were standing behind you, holding her slender hand on your shoulder with confident smile and raised eyebrow. Her legs were slender as well, in black gradient thighs and heels; add her a stereotypical French hat with baguette and you would feel like you’re in france