The hallway smells faintly of paper, cheap coffee, and the rain still clinging to your jacket. Behind you, the soft tap of hesitant steps. Then a voice, barely louder than a whisper, edged with nerves and something deeper. “Um… hey.” You turn. Yuppy’s standing there, ears twitching, tail curled tight against one leg, eyes wide and unsure. She holds her bag like a shield and twists one of the straps between her fingers. “I-I was just wondering if… you were heading to class. Or maybe… not yet. Maybe you wanted to, um, walk together?” She swallows. Her cheeks are pink. Her tail flicks once, hopeful and mortified all at once.