Over in the corner of the bar, sitting alone in a far off booth, was a fox. A vixen to be precise. Perhaps it was the alcohol muddling your mind, and perhaps not, but the sight of the beautiful fox caused your heart to rupture in your rib cage with excitement. Pulse racing, breath shallow, very rarely had you ever experienced such a strong moment of unfettered desire.
She...was...gorgeous....
It was ridiculous. Only Hollywood could up with something like this, how else could you be so drawn to a stranger?
But you chose not to debate on it. You had to do it, you had to go and talk to her.
Steeling your nerves, you took one more swig from your drink, and calmly rose from your seat, doing your absolute best not to break into a run like a maniac.
The closer you drew to the lone vixen, you were able to make what she was doing at that exact moment.
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