[Medicai City?]
His head jerked up as the clock tower across the street began chiming. Three o'clock. That was when they're arranged to meet after all. Three o'clock at the Cinnamon Cafe, who's patio he now stood in front of. He had only been to the cafe once before, on a lunch outing with his thesis advisor. It had seemed like a nice enough place to suggest for the meeting. The sky was still overcast like it had been most of the day, but the forecasters had promised no rain; Burian hoped they were right.
His twin tails swung low as he scanned the assortment of people and animals passing by. Would he be able to identify the date he was meeting up with? Why had he even signed for this? He remembered his labmates laughing, patting him on the back as they'd nudged him towards the sign-up station. They'd said he needed to get out more, stop spending so much time buried in his work. Burian was doubtful a blind date was the best way to accomplish that. But here he was. Hopefully this wouldn't turn out to be a disaster.