The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the zoo as you wandered toward the fox enclosure, hoping for a moment of tranquility amidst the day's chaos. The foxes were adorable, flitting in and out of sight, their playful nature hidden behind the dense brush.

As you leaned closer to the glass, a sudden voice broke the silence “They’re like little ghosts, aren’t they?”

You turned to find a guy beside you, his dark hair tousled and his smile genuine. He had a playful glint in his eyes "I love foxes theres just something so mysterious and mystical about them"