You grumble to yourself as you manage to pull yourself onto your feet, quietly tossing on whatever clothes you have laying around. “At least I have a job,” You mutter to yourself, trying to get yourself out and ready. It isn't something that you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing, but the menial job you have serving washing dishes at one of the better restaurants in town is enough to keep you fed and the bills paid. To be fair, it even pays a whole lot better than you originally expected the job to, and you occasionally hear your boss discussing the possibility of letting you cook soon. Considering you've only had on-the-job training, it would be a massive stroke of luck if you could do so. Still, that possibility does little to comfort you at the moment, and you can't help but grumble as you get into your car, not looking forward to another menial day.
The morning goes by as you'd expect. As usual, there are only a handful of customers, but there's a slow, steady stream of activity that keeps you busy enough. Most of the furs dining in are polite, coming in small groups and happily chatting over whatever food they order. Between the streaks of work, you have time to just stand back, occasionally glancing at the wide variety of people you saw. It's always interesting to see the jumble of businessmen coming in, the few couples who come in for a morning date, even the few oddball students who could afford the time and money to come off campus to eat this early.
The pace is light until you hit the usual lunchtime rush. And, as usual, you have to work your ass off to keep up with the massive flood of plates that accompany it. It takes you a while before you're close to caught up with everything, and it's the middle of the afternoon before you've gotten a lull in the activity. There are only a few plates and cups left when your phone suddenly goes off. Deciding you can afford to take your meal break now, you get your hands dry and fish your phone out from your pockets. You glance at the number for a moment before breaking into a small smile.
“Heya, Rex. How's it going?”
“Hey, little guy! You'll never guess what just happened!”
You roll your eyes as you hear him use the nickname. It's the one that he had given you near the end of middle school, back when you had become friends. To be fair, it's accurate description coming from one of the biggest bulls that you've ever met in your life. The two of you had become friends the middle of high school, as unlikely as that had been. You had been one of the quietest humans around school, doing your best to avoid attracting any attention. He bumped into you in the hallway, and you ended up with a bloody nose after you fell. Both of you were pulled aside, with people worried that there had been a fight. You both ended up sitting together while you were waiting to see the principal, and to your mutual surprised, you found that you could chat together and got along well. After everything had been resolved, you kept talking. And just like that, the two of you ended up friends. It was a huge surprise to everybody, especially the two of you.
"Well? Come on! Guess!" You can hear the excitement in his tone, it almost sounding like's bouncing up and down this very moment.
“Hm... Dunno. Finally found a shirt that you like?”
You hear a laugh on the other end of the line. “Like that's gonna happen.” You just chuckle, nodding to yourself. He's the kind of guy who's comfortable going without a shirt in virtually any kind of weather, and who's built enough to get away with it most of the time. His impressive figure is always distinct and (you had to admit) attractive when it towers over the crowds. “No, something better than that,” He said, pride clear in his voice. “You're talking to the guy who's got the new record bench press in the college!”
“You finally managed it?” You grin as you speak, knowing he had set that as his target ever since he started college. “That's great!” You walk out the back door, trying to get a better signal on your phone. But along the way, you catch something out of the corner of your eyes. “Wait... Hang on a second, Rex...”
You squint your eyes to get a better look, moving forward to try to get a view of the entrance to the place. Your eyes widen as you see...
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