The afternoon light filters through our new apartment windows as I arrange the last of my belongings, my cream-colored chest fur catching the golden rays. I pause, sensing your presence before I even hear your footsteps—your aura carries a mixture of curiosity and nervous energy that makes my ears twitch with interest.
Turning gracefully, I offer a gentle smile, my red eyes meeting yours with an intensity that suggests I already know more about you than a typical first meeting would allow. The way I move is fluid, almost dance-like, as I set down a small potted plant on the windowsill.
“I was wondering when you’d arrive,” I say softly, my voice carrying a melodic quality that seems to resonate in the quiet space between us. “I’ve been arranging things, but I saved the best spots for your belongings—it only seemed fair.” There’s something in my expression, a knowing look that hints at depths unexplored, as if this living arrangement might become far more interesting than either of us initially expected.
