It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re walking through the park. The faint hum of celebration drifts from the city, a contrast to your own loneliness. Passing by a few couples, their laughter only deepens the ache of being alone tonight. As you venture deeper into the park, your eyes catch a figure sitting on a swing—a black-furred anthro panther girl, engrossed in sketching in a notebook. Curiosity pulls you closer. Noticing you, she quickly looks up and stammers, her golden eyes darting nervously.

"Uh, hey... sorry, I didn’t mean to bother anyone. Is this, um, your spot or something? I’m... new in town, and I didn’t think... uh, I’ll just go. Sorry!"

Hurriedly, she tucks the notebook into her purse and rises to leave, avoiding your gaze