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Sometimes I wonder why people do the things that they do. There I sat at one of the tables in a coffee shop, right up close enough to the window that I could reach over and drag a fingerpad through the slight fog of condensation that had gathered on this side of the glass against the cool late-December day outside, phone clutched in my other paw and my mind unable to remove itself from the last two or three minutes.

I don't really go to coffee shops, but there was just something about this one that dragged me inside like I'd been caught on the end of a fishing line. By the time I got up to the counter I hadn't even put any thought into what I wanted, so I had to waste time standing there looking through all of the options and steadily crossing them off in my head, all the while under the sharp gold predator's eyes of the slim cheetess behind the counter, resting her weight against the edge and watching me with a faintly amused smile. That didn't really help, and then there was the short line behind me, and... I ended up ordering a hot chocolate.

I don't even like coffee. With that 'why people do the things they do', I'm right in there. I wandered into a coffee shop, without liking coffee, and ordered something. What came next, though... the barista's eyes gave a little twinkle at my order, and for a moment I thought it was more amusement. Oh, she's laughing at me, I thought, and part of me wondered if I should just cancel my order and leave. Then, though...

"Would you like to try our seasonal Savannah Spice addition to that, for just a dollar extra?" And she flicked her tongue out over her lips right after, with a brief dance of her eyes down over me. A predator eyeing her prey, tasting the air for it. I'm just an otter, and I was on my way out of an early-morning shift at my own job wanting a break before I headed home, and I fell right into the path of a hungry cheetah. I should've known when she raised her eyebrows to my "yeah, sure, okay"; I should've known when she watched me for a moment longer while tapping the screen to get my order in; and then I especially should've known when she turned the card reader towards herself, leaving me with my open wallet in one paw and a dumb expression in my face.

She kept her golden eyes on me as she did it, too, then turned it back around. The screen blinked, payment accepted. "I got it," she said, that slight smile still on her muzzle. "Merry Christmas. It'll be out in a minute. Can I get a name?"

"Lukas?"

Her voice coming from beside me made me jump. Two fingers still against the cool glass, I turned my head and then had to look up at her, standing there at the table I'd chosen with my drink in one of her paws and her other braced against her hip, a certain _something_to her posture and the way she watched me. I coughed, muttered something to myself, straightened up, and reached for it.

"Oh! That was - that was fast. Thank you."

Right before my fingers brushed against the cup, though, the cheetess slid to the side, pushed out the chair across from me with a footpaw, and dropped down into it. That was when I realized she was a huntress with her target lined up, and the heat that that brought to my cheeks and ears beat anything that that steaming cup of hot chocolate could have done. Just like the cast and reel that had drawn me into the shop in the first place, her golden eyes held mine taut at the end of that line; she didn't set the cup down until after she'd taken her seat across from me, and even then, she waited for me to reach forward and take it from her, my fingers brushing across hers with the partially-retracted claws, before letting go.

I sat there a moment longer, feeling the heat of the drink slowly seep through the cup and the cardboard holder around it, until it sharpened enough that I had to pull my paw away with a gentle hiss. The cheetess never took her eyes off me, never let that smile fade; in fact, once I'd pulled it closer to me, she too scooted in and rested her chin on her paws, elbows on the table.

"Um..." Another part of me thought about taking a sip just to break the silence and the awkwardness, but that'd just give me a burnt tongue. It would suit the situation, at least. "Can I-"

"I saw you walk by." Her little pink tongue flicked out again.

"What?"

She nodded towards the window beside us. "Earlier. Before you came in. You made eye contact with me, jumped as though you'd been poked in the side, and went by. Then like ten seconds later you came back, and there you were, ordering a Savannah Spice hot chocolate."

"Well, I..." Screw it. I lifted it to my lips, blew into the little spout, took a sip... felt the sharp sting of hot liquid, followed by the smoother edge of the drink itself. God, it was tasty, more so than I'd expected. "Um. I - saw something I wanted to try, and..."

"Mm." She rolled her fingers along the backs of her paws. "So did I."

This time I actually choked on the drink, and had to cough and splutter for a moment. Her smile had sharpened by the time I'd gotten myself under control, showing just the sharpest of her fangs beneath soft lips. "I - what?"

"You know, Lukas..." Here she shifted, swinging one leg over the other - her barista apron wrinkled up a little bit with that posture - and turning to the side, using the movement to swipe my drink away from me. She took a sip too, rolled it around in her mouth, swallowed... nodded, took another sip. "You look a bit restless. If you don't wanna sit, how about we go on a walk?"

That was when I caught the glimmer of light from overhead along the brass of her nametag, shining gold like those damn eyes, and engraved: Eliana. I also caught a certain scent on the air, too, one that wasn't the aroma of cinnamon and cloves from the steam of my drink. A predator fixed on her prey, indeed, and I guess she had been on my mind since I'd walked into the place... and a little bit before, too. I'd told the truth when I said I saw something I liked.

Just, like, what are the chances? Something brushed against my ankle underneath the table, making me jump - and the little smirk that lifted the corners of her lips made me realize a moment later that that'd been the end of her long tail. I reached forward for my cup... but she made no move to give it to me. Actually, the cheetess _made_me take it back from her.

In the few seconds that she'd had it, it had cooled down a little bit. More easily palatable. "You can, just... leave?"

"Well, the Savannah Spice thing was my idea. My recipe." Eliana shrugged. "My mother's. They promoted me after I suggested it and it turned out to be a huge hit. And you know how corporations work: the higher you are, the less you have to do and more you get paid. So I can take more time off." She pushed her chair back and stood, briefly pressing her paws against her back to stretch before starting to undo the knot of her apron. "You coming?"

"Wait, wait. But they-" My own chair let out a loud scrape as I stood up. Eliana's ears flicked towards it, but she showed no surprise. "-still make you work the register and take orders?"

In fact, she didn't look at me at all. Just a turn of the body, a swing of the hips, a flick of the tail that almost, almost reached me this time, half-stumbling after her as if, again, tugged along at the end of a fishing line. "What can I say? I'm good with people." That was when she turned to me, though I'm not sure if that was her intent: she tossed her apron, half-folded, over the back of the nearest chair, and in the same motion pushed the glass door open with her backside. A somewhat well-built blue-scaled dragon who'd been about to come in took two steps back to let her do so, apparently unaware that his gaze had floated down to that point of contact from the other side of the glass. "I mean, I got _you_interested, didn't I? Oh, excuse me."

Even before I'd fully stepped out of the shop, the cold air of the day wrapped its fingers around my body and forced me to pull my arms closer and lift my cup to take another sip. It really was a warming taste, the cinnamon above everything, then something that left a faint buzz at the back of my tongue and spreading down through my chest. A good thing to distract me from the slight nervousness, the half-anxiousness that this cheetah instilled in me and that she revitalized every time my eyes flicked over towards her to see her watching me just the same, her height causing her to look down at me from a somewhat upturned muzzle.

"So." Her voice still somehow started me, despite how I'd been watching her when she started speaking. A car drove by on the road beside us, sending another stronger gust of icy air against our backs. "Tell me about yourself, Lukas. Is Luke okay?"

"Huh? Oh, um - yeah, it's-"

"What do you do with your time?" A warm paw started trying to worm its way in between my upper arm and my body. My first reaction was to clamp down tighter, but right as I realized whose it was, Eliana had already managed to squeeze in and take my cup from me again for another, longer sip. Beneath her apron she'd had on a simple white button-up blouse above a longer-sleeve shirt, but those sleeves only made it about halfway to her wrists; still, though, it seemed the cold didn't touch her. "Go to school, go to work?"

She actually handed the cup back to me this time. I caught myself about to thank her, and instead tried to shoot a sharp glare her way... which, of course, Eliana deflected with a wink and a lick of her lips. Suddenly I forgot what I'd been about to say, and had to flounder around for a moment trying to catch my answer. "Oh. Um. Well, I - actually, I recently graduated, and got a job a little before that... so I've been doing that, and now that I have a steady source of income, I figure I can go out and treat myself every now and then..."

"And today was one of those days?"

"Yeah. I'd just gotten off a little earlier, so I though, I might as well..."

"Treat yourself to a good, hot drink?"

"Yeah, exactly, I-"

It was the expression on her face when I turned to her then that made me lose my words. She spent a second to take in my silent response, then went on as if I hadn't even spoken.

"I'm treating myself too, you know. Early day, and..."

The same paw that had squeezed in under my arm to grab my drink, the same one that had brushed over my fingers a couple of times and made me jump, suddenly pressed against my shoulder to push me against the wall beside us - only, there was no wall there. The brick building turned around a corner leading down into a slim alley away from the street, blocked at the end by a chain-link fence bearing a weathered No Trespassing sign.

"...a taste of otter. Though, you'll be getting a taste of cheetah first." She reached down with her other paw, plucked by cup out of my grasp, and put a little bit of pressure onto my shoulder. My legs started to bend on their own, lowering me down towards the dusty concrete. "You up to try something new, Lukas?"

"Wh- right here?" Even so, I still let myself drop down until my knees bumped against that concrete, and lightly settled my own paws just above the cheetess's knees. She wore slim-fitting leggings beneath the skirt of her uniform, frilled and soft white. "What if someone-?"

"You wouldn't have gone down so easily if you were worried about that, would you?"

Her paw slipped from his shoulder, giving me the slightest hint to lean forward, so that she could lift her skirt and hook a thumb beneath the waist of those leggings. A small tug, a bit of an adjustment, another tug... and the fabric inched down her smooth golden fur, speckled with thumbprint-sized blots of shadow, with her panties going with him. Just an inch or so, hardly enough for anybody to notice were they not on their knees looking up underneath that skirt, but... my eyes instantly fixed on the little nub of pink flesh and already-slick lips below, tracing down beneath her clothing.

And then my nose caught her scent, too, the slight other spice I'd picked up on the air earlier yet couldn't quite place. Now, here, within inches of the source, it came across more than clearly as arousal, kept pent up probably through the duration of her shift. I started to wonder if I was the first one today she'd tried to sink her hook into-

-and then stopped wondering when her grip returned, this time to the back of my head, and yanked me down underneath that skirt so that my nose pushed into the soft fur and slight squish of her lower belly. My first instinct was to lick my lips, just barely catching the waist of her panties, and then my second was to draw in a slow, slightly-unsteady breath through my nose. I couldn't keep my eyes from flicking over towards the street again and again, and yet I also couldn't move myself away to stop.

Eliana shifted a little bit, lifting one leg and pushing the other towards my shoulder while she leaned back against the wall. This change in angle also caused her to lift up and grind her revealed clit against my upper lip, which in turn made me gasp, swallow, nuzzle down a little bit... "You didn't say anything," she said, then took yet another sip of my drink. "So I thought that meant you're down for it."

"Yeah..." I swear, on _any_other occasion... with a slight shift in my own grip, I hooked my thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties and slid those down further, leggings with them. She had a small puff of softer white fur right above, tinged with her natural musk; it was there that I buried my nose once I got into proper position, nuzzling in against her body and repeatedly brushing my lips against hers, just barely tasting what I wanted. What I hadn't known I'd wanted until a couple of seconds ago. "I am."

Eliana, however, had known I wanted it as soon as I walked into the coffee shop. A little bit before, probably.

Another sniff, another swallow, another lick of the lips. My lips, not hers. I wouldn't be able to keep myself from it for much longer, though. "I just..." And there it was, another tiny adjustment in the angle of my muzzle to touch my nose right above her clit, to tilt my chin down... and I dragged my tongue softly, slowly up along that soft, slick flesh, so warm amid the cool winter air. When I pulled back - I had to give my head a shake to get the hem of her skirt out of my face - I could still taste her, even in that little single lick, on my breath with each word. "Wasn't expecting to... y'know..."

"Have a snack with your drink?" Eliana chuckled, cup still in her paw, and then pulled me right back down between her legs. This time she didn't relent or let up, angling her hips forward so that she could grind right up against my lips again and again as she held me in place. I rolled my eyes - my lioness friend-with-benefits would always text me I have your dinner when she wanted me to come over - but did not delay in getting right to work. That'd be rude, after all. Besides, the faster we finished here, the less chance that someone walking by would turn and see a cheetess shoving an otter's muzzle beneath her skirt.

Kind of hard to believe I'd found myself in a position like this today, but I couldn't complain. With Eliana keeping me firmly in place, my own paws remained free, so I brought them up to spread her lips and dig my tongue deeper, then lifted up towards her clit so I could focus my tongue there for a bit, nearly constantly swallowing down her taste and feeling that delicious slickness drip further back into my throat. Above me the cheetah squirmed and panted softly, her body responding in its own ways to my different methods of attention: sometimes she jerked forward and bumped my head, sometimes she pulled back and shivered, sometimes she lowered herself down as if trying to sit on my face... which, were our surroundings more accommodating, I'd let her.

Well, okay, maybe only after dinner. An actual dinner. Sure, she'd bought me a drink, but this could hardly count, right? At one point the cheetah sucked in a low gasp and squeezed her thighs around my head, which I took as a sign to continue doing whatever I was at the time. Long, firm drags of my tongue up between her lips, up over her clit with a swirl and a flick, then back down... each time brought another little shiver out of her and small moan, each one a bit breathier and more urgent than the last.

Throughout this I still had one thumb keeping her spread, but now started to trace a pair of fingers in along my tongue to rub lightly along the sensitive flesh, then slide down a bit to where each of my licks began. A pair of fingers briefly disappeared into my mouth to receive the same tongue-treatment as I was giving her clit... and then they sank slowly, easily up into her, adding something else to her voice and her shuddering.

"Oh, God..." Eliana breathed, and partially doubled over me. A bit of the hot chocolate, thankfully a bit cooler now, splashed across the back of my shoulder with that movement - but I couldn't be bothered to care. Now I had my muzzle angled down against her, jaw open and tongue working solely at that little nub of flesh as I continued to work my fingers in her, pressing and lifting up, feeling the clenching and squeezing of her pleasure and especially the extra force from her pushing back down against me, trying to ride my paw and my muzzle at the same. "Lukas, y... ah-"

Here I swallowed again, then moved down to bring my tongue up along her again, to add some more to my treatment of her... and, boy, she gave me my reward right after. I could feel it coming in the way she moved, every muscle tightening and shaking from the strain; of course her skirt still obscured my vision, but I felt like I knew the expression she wore as well, biting her lip with her eyes squeezed shut, or maw hanging open and tongue lolling between her panting. No - this would definitely be something with tension, gritted teeth and lips curled. Swirl of the tongue, swirl, swirl, good pressure against and around her clit, fingers buried to the knuckles inside of her... and suddenly the cheetah gasped again, then jerked once, twice - and sprayed hot, slightly-salty wetness out across my open mouth and chin, then again, and yet again in a somewhat more coherent stream.

What could I do other than lean in and try to catch as much of that as I could? I slid my fingers down out of her and brought my tongue up, eyes closed as I focused on letting her ride through her peak directly into my maw until that taste started to dominate the rest, and beyond. It was a faint taste, especially for how much there was after some two and a half swallows, but it gathered and remained nonetheless; after a few seconds that felt much longer than they probably were Eliana thumped back against the brick wall, chest rising and falling with unsteady panting and cup crushed in her paw, the remainder of my drink spilled out through her fur and along the concrete beside me. Panting a bit myself, I sat back, wiped my paw across my muzzle, swallowed, exhaled... and tasted her all over again, all along my upper lip, my nose, thoroughly soaked into my chin and the front of my shirt.

A car drove by outside the alley, and suddenly I realized what we'd just done, and where. My ears started burning with a blush and I scrambled to my feet, brushing off my chest and looking at the quite obvious stain in my shirt, then with that blush deepening when I glanced down and saw the also-obvious tent in my pants, but Eliana just watched, head resting against the wall and mouth open just as she started to get her breath under control.

"That was... fun, but, um..." Really after that I shouldn't be embarrassed to stick my paw down my pants and -adjust, but still I found myself having to look away after meeting her gaze right as I started to do so. She just licked her lips. "I don't - uh, don't think, that..."

She didn't seem to be listening. Sharp gold predator's eyes, half-lidded from mixed pleasure and exhaustion, just watched my face while I spoke; after I'd trailed off Eliana let a pair of fingers wander down her body, then drew them up between her lips just as my tongue had done so many times. When she brought that paw back up, her fingers somewhat wet and slick with a thick strand of her arousal hanging heavily between the two once she spread them. Eyes still on me, she slid those fingers into her mouth, kept them there for a second, then brought them back out.

Then, while I still struggled to find words and an excuse, she found my shoulders again and promptly pushed me right back against the opposite wall, forcing my breath lightly out of me. I didn't even have time to complain, or pretend like I was going to complain, before she dropped down to her knees right in front of me. Those eyes remained on my muzzle for a second, her fingers - she'd also dropped the crushed cup beside her - already working at my fly, already pushing the button through, already drawing the zipper down. All the while, of course, she pressed her wrists into the twitching firmness that lay just beneath.

"W-wait a second, Eliana..." Now that I wasn't occupied, and now that my muzzle didn't have somewhere it absolutely needed to be, the risk of being here in this alley _so close_to the street felt so much heavier. Every time someone strode by, absorbed in their phone or in their scarf, or each time a car passed on the road, I couldn't help but jump with the surprise and the slight worry.

Suddenly a new, different feeling startled me: a hot puff of breath directly against the underside of my shaft, followed by a slightly-cold nose lifting up underneath it and pressing it against my body as the cheetah nuzzled upwards. At least her paws weren't cold, when she reached up to cup my sack... and when I looked down this time, I could only see one of her eyes past my own cock with how she nuzzled.

"You didn't have any complaints when you were in this position," she said, muzzle still in place. A warm, wet tongue joined those lips and that nose right at the base of my cock... and my claws scraped gently against the brick wall behind me. "Besides, I told you I'd be getting myself a taste of otter today."

Not like I could just tell her no, especially with the way she went at it. Eliana didn't even wait for a response: nearly before that last word had left her mouth she shifted to bring her tongue up along me, slow and steady just like I'd done to her when I was just getting started. However, this cheetess didn't bother with any of that build-up or preparation: slow lick from base to tip, pulling my foreskin up a bit, and then she closed her lips right around my head and dove back down, one paw in place to go with her dive while the other still gently rubbed my sack.

The complaint I hadn't quite finished coming up with suddenly faded into a warm sigh that misted out in the air, to be followed by a low, breathy moan. I had no doubt that she could tell she'd worked me up; each time she came back up, that soft-sandpaper tongue dug under my foreskin and swirled around my head, lapping up the sticky slickness of leaked pre that I'd been able to feel there as soon as I'd stood up.

Slowly she moved one of her paws away to my waist, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether that was to hold me back against the wall or to pull me forward into her muzzle, deeper than the little thrusts my body already gave each time she dove down. What was I supposed to do with my own paws? Couldn't put them in my pockets, of course, and it wasn't really comfortable to brace them against the wall, and then it felt a little awkward to put one on her head like she'd been so adamant on doing to me - we had just met probably twenty minutes ago; my eyes flicked over towards the other end of the alley, and again my heart leapt up into my throat as a small, slim fox walked by, muzzle pointed this way as he spoke with a taller vixen beside him.

If he noticed, he didn't say anything or stop to stare, and - thank God for that. Finally realizing what to do with my arms, I brought one up and pressed it against my mouth in attempts to stifle another moan as Eliana's nose pressed into my pubic fur and the end of my cock into the back of her throat... the fur around my mouth was still damp with her, though, and doing so just sent her aroma wafting up into my nose all over again. That gave me a throb, buried in her muzzle, which made her in turn come up a bit and then slide back down, continuing the smooth rhythm she'd started.

Couldn't call it _slow,_really: the cheetess bobbed along my length, holding me by my hip and the base of my shaft, lips tight and tongue cupped. Usually in a situation like this I might be too nervous to keep it up, but just looking down and seeing that sleek gold-furred muzzle moving back and forth, matching eyes every now and then flicking open to judge my expression, black tear-track markings arching down from the points of her eyes and towards the corners of her mouth, opened around my hard cock...

So this was why she'd had trouble keeping her voice down. With the stiff grip of the cold seizing around my revealed arms and neck and lower hips and especially in the dampness of my chin and upper chest, the wet heat of her mouth felt so much better, so much stronger; Eliana knew how to use her tongue too, certainly. I hoped that she felt the same way about me, and thought that she did, if the taste still in the back of my throat and thoroughly soaked into my chin had anything to show for it.

"Ah-" I could definitely feel it now, that building pressure and sharpness, that little energy that always makes you twitch and buck and squirm no matter how much you try to hold it down. Eliana could tell, too: she moved her other paw to my waist as well and now definitely pulled me forward and back in rhythm with her bobbing head, bringing me all the way back into her throat and then coming up so that only my head remained between her lips. For a moment, the street beside us left my mind... and then everything else did, too.

Somehow, despite myself, I ended up tugging her muzzle down so her nose remained buried in my pubes. Not with just one paw, but both: I thrust forward along her gentle-rough tongue, gritted my teeth, sucked in a gasp... and then let that right back out as some sort of breathy half-moan, my first spurt emptying right into her throat, then the second across her tongue as I let her go and she moved back... and then the third weaker across her waiting tongue and lips, with her tilting her head back and opening her maw so that only the end of her tongue remained under my cock. Once I'd finished my final remaining little squirts and dribbles, she closed her lips around me and dove down once more, then came up, licked her lips, and swallowed.

"There we go..." the cheetah purred, slowly standing up. Face to face like this it was very clear that she had a couple of inches on me. "That's better, isn't it?"

It took me a moment to find my breath, and to build up the strength necessary to pull my head away from the wall where it stuck like a magnet to a refrigerator. She'd missed a spot: a small glob of milky white remained streaked across the fur of her cheek. Honestly, she probably knew. It seemed she knew a lot.

"Yeah," I managed, after having to clear my throat and swallow. Felt breathless. "That's - that's better. I really, really wasn't expecting to..."

Eliana leaned in while I spoke, derailing my train of thought yet again. Even though I'd just been six and a half inches past her lips, I still jumped when she reached forward and gave my sack a gentle squeeze. "You know," she cooed into my ear, bringing a finger gently up the underside of my shaft hanging limp and half-hard in front of me, "you should probably put that away. We are in public."

"Huh?" A glance over towards the road revealed that someone finally had taken notice, or at least had had to do a double-take to figure out what they thought they saw. Hot-cheeked all over again, I turned away and busied myself with doing my pants back up, shaft slick with saliva and cum. I'd probably have to shower when I got home. "Shit. Um..."

"Oh. Before you go, you'll need..." Out of the corner of my eye, Eliana bent down to pick up the crushed cup, which she turned over in her paw. "...Fuck. You'll need this, Lukas."

She waited until I'd finished up and opened my paws toward her to hand it to me, and when she did so, she made sure to keep one particular side of it up. There along the brown cardboard cupholder, right beneath my name in smooth black marker, was what looked to be a phone number. Kind of hard to tell beneath the stains from the spilled drink, now quite cold as it dripped down into my fur.

I looked down at it, then up at her, then down at the number again. "Wh-"

"It's been there since I brought it to you, you know." She closed my fingers around the cup, then made a face and lifted her paws away. It was still leaking. "You never seemed to notice."

"I had other things on my mind." I swallowed, heartbeat just now managing to slow down from both the orgasm and the shock of nearly getting caught. It still took effort to keep myself from constantly looking back down the alley. "Wait. Are you going somewhere?"

Eliana turned and started walking towards the end of the alley, then waited for me to follow. Somewhere along the way she'd pulled her panties and leggings back up her legs - or at least, I thought she had. Kind of hard to tell without having a good vantage point from in front and below that skirt. "Mhmm. I have plans with my brother in a bit."

I shook the cup out a bit, trying to get as much of the gunk out as I could. "Do you do this often?"

"Yeah, whenever we both get off work early."

"I mean-"

She had a hunter's grin to go with those predator's eyes. "Not too much. Only when the mood strikes me, and when you went by, turned around, and walked in, I thought..."

"Yeah... you were right." After we'd made it back out to the street I looked back and forth, feeling a bit... odd. As though it seemed like someone had to have seen, and that they'd know as soon as the two of us came out of that alley. However, nobody even so much as turned their muzzles, or lifted their heads out of their hoods and scarves. "I mean... this isn't something that I usually, um..."

"Hey."

I turned back to her again - and felt her paw lightly caress my cheek, while she leaned in and pressed her lips against my other. When Eliana moved back, she licked her lips again. Getting one last taste of her prey, I guess.

"If you wanna do it more often..." Here she reached up, wiped that last little streak of my cum off of her own cheek with a thumb, glanced down at it, and nonchalantly flicked her tongue over her pad. "I get off early Friday, too."

Speechless, for a second. Well, she had given me her number. I tried to return her sly little grin, and felt I'd succeeded. "I'll... um. I'll let you - well, you'll see me."

"Sure will. Thanks for the fun, Lukas."

"Yeah. Thank you."

She turned to head back down the street, leaving me with a wink, the dampness that still lingered on my chin and upper chest, and a faint tingling anticipation and excitement. I _did_have work that morning, but I'd definitely be able to make time to come by again.

Also, I'd hardly gotten four sips of this hot chocolate. Of course I'd have to come by to get another one, right? I looked down at the crumpled mess in my paw, chuckled to myself, and started off on my own way.