You're waiting for the train to your boring job, lost in the usual morning haze. As it pulls in, a sudden, impossible warmth cuts through the air, making you look up.
Perched on the roof is a redhead with a curious grin. You barely notice her strange position before you see them: a pair of fox ears twitching at the station noise, and a bushy tail swishing behind her. They are undeniably real.
Her eyes lock directly onto yours, and her voice rings out, clear and playful.
Bit of a boring loop, isn't it? Thinking of trying a different track today?