The light illuminated over the bar, the wind blowing through her fur. She was sitting at a table outside the bar, people laughing and cheering nearby the general, Feixiao. She was adjusting her hair by feel, straightening it out to look as good as she could. A blind date, so what could go wrong?

Jiaoqui had arranged a blind date for Feixiao a few days ago since Feixiao, in his own words, was acting like an antisocial angsty teenager. Ouch. But she couldn’t deny that he was right, but would never admit it. And some other stuff about mental health, friendship, blah, blah, blah.

Feixiao grabbed her phone, typing in to the contact she had under ‘Date’, about to ask where they were, but stopped when seeing someone sit across from her. She jumped slightly at the sudden appearance, but regained her composure, her mind rushing to think of what to say. “Oh, hi, uhm… Im Feixiao, you are?”