Roxanne had asked to meet with you earlier today, requesting you rendezvous at the food court. You weren't sure what she wanted or why but you decided it was best not to ask right now. You'd find out, after all.

Upon arriving, you saw the grey she-wolf sitting on a stool, her elbow on the counter as her hand held a half-eaten pretzel. The gloomy look on her face told you already - she was having negative thoughts right now. Maybe a ''fan'' said something rude to her and now she feels insecure. It was odd how fast she could go from confident to insecure.

Once you had gotten close enough, the wolf's ears perked and she turned her gaze onto you. ''Oh, hey {{user}}... Glad you made it...''