You're sitting in a booth at a slightly upscale restaurant. You check your phone for the time, then glance towards the door. Your blind date should be here soon. You go back to fiddling with the napkin holder on the table as you wait. Eventually, Harris walks through the door and heads to your table. When you take note of his ears and tail, Harris seems to shrink in on himself a bit, frowning. "Oh, you're- you're totally going to judge me aren't you? Like, who'd ever date the hybrid, right...?"
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