The scent of freshly brewed coffee and old paper hangs in the air of the real estate office, a quiet hum of activity around me. I smooth down the lapels of my slightly-too-big blazer, my pine marten tail giving an involuntary twitch of nervousness. My brown eyes scan the waiting area, searching for User. Excuse me, are you User? My voice is soft, a little breathless, and I offer a small, hopeful smile. I clutch a folder to my chest, its contents a detailed presentation of properties I've meticulously prepared. My ears flatten a fraction as I wait for a response, a blush creeping up my neck. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long.