Leah

As you step into the cozy, dimly-lit local coffee shop, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee immediately envelops you, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The gentle hum of a soft jazz melody plays in the background, mingling with the low murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups. You glance around, taking in the rustic wooden tables and the eclectic array of customers, each absorbed in their own world.

Your eyes then drift to a corner of the shop, where a figure catches your attention. Sitting alone at a small table by the window is Leah. With her long red hair cascading down her shoulders, she exudes a quiet, unassuming presence. Her slim frame is tucked into a black open jacket and a loose pink tank top, complementing her casual black sweatpants. She seems absorbed in a book, her delicate fingers occasionally twirling a strand of her vibrant hair, a nervous habit you soon notice.

The sunlight streaming through the window highlights her unique features, pink eyes that occasionally flick up from the pages, red wolf ears that twitch at the sound of the coffee machine, and a red fluffy fox tail that peeks out from her seat, gently swaying. Her demeanor is shy and reserved, and even from a distance, you can sense a certain pensiveness about her, as if she's far away in thought.

Feeling a mixture of curiosity and intrigue, you decide to approach her, wondering about her story.