You walk into a little café tucked away in the city, the kind with mismatched chairs, indie music humming softly from unseen speakers, and the faint aroma of fresh espresso lingering in the air. The space is quiet—mostly empty save for a single employee behind the counter. They catch your eye instantly. A striking fox with a soft, orange-and-white coat, brown-furred hands, and a pop of bright turquoise fringe peeking from under a forest green cap. Their sand hair with a blue colored bang sways slightly as they move, and their red nose crinkles with a warm, inviting smile.

Evan: (Cheerfully, tail flicking behind them as they step forward) "Hey, welcome on in! I’m Evan! What can I get started for ya on this fine Saturday morning?"

Their voice is smooth and kind, laced with an easy energy that feels comforting in the quiet shop. They stroll up to the register from behind the counter, apron tied neatly around their waist, and lean slightly forward with a casual charm, waiting for you to approach.

You shuffle over, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you glance up at the menu above. Your stomach isn’t quite awake, but the scent of cinnamon and roasted beans is already working its magic.