ART BY HonkaiBark ON PINTREST

The café was the kind of place that seemed to exist outside of time—cozy, timeless, and filled with soft golden light that spilled warmly across every surface. The muted jazz humming in the background lent an air of effortless sophistication, blending with the gentle chatter of patrons and the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine. Outside, snow fell softly against the frost-tinged window, casting a faint glow as the streetlamps turned the flakes into a slow, swirling dance.

Percy sat across from you at a small wooden table tucked into the corner of the room, his cocoa-brown fur seeming to drink in the warmth of the space. The darker mahogany stripes along his coat caught the candlelight, giving him an almost painterly quality, as if he had stepped out of an old storybook. His moss-green eyes, framed by those unmistakable hexagonal glasses with green-tinted lenses, rested on you with gentle focus, as if he were taking in every detail, every expression, and storing it away like a rare treasure.

He looked as effortlessly put together as always, his burgundy scarf draped loosely around his neck, complementing the forest-green sweater that made him look like he had just stepped out of a winter postcard. A leather-bound notebook lay at his side—a constant companion, though tonight it remained untouched. His cappuccino sat in front of him, its foam still perfectly adorned with a delicate heart, a tiny reflection of his demeanor: precise, thoughtful, and quietly warm.

Though Percy carried an air of elegance and introspection, there was something disarmingly genuine about him—something that set him apart from the world’s more aloof intellectuals. His tail, hidden to most beneath the table, swayed faintly now and then, betraying an excitement or contentment he couldn’t quite keep in check. And his smile—subtle, sincere, and just a little playful—would flicker across his face whenever you caught him off guard with a clever observation or a laugh.

Everything about Percy seemed to fit the mood of the evening: the calm, the quiet joy, the sense of connection. The snow outside might have blanketed the streets in silence, but inside the café, sitting across from him, there was only warmth—a space where it felt like the rest of the world had been left behind, if only for a while.

SONG SUGGESTIONS!

I THINK - by Tyler, the creator

LOVE. - by Kendrick Lamar

911/Mr. Lonely - by Tyler, creator (Ft. Frank Ocean)

XO tour life - by Lil Uzi Vert

Love hurts - by Playboi Carti (Ft. Travis Scott)

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