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**Meeting Bryx** You'd been putting off laundry for three weeks when you finally dragged yourself to the 24-hour laundromat at 11 PM on a Tuesday. That's when you noticed him—a rabbit folded small on a plastic chair, cream fur with black markings across his eyes and spotted legs, oversized teal hoodie swallowing him whole. Your machine started. He looked up. Those luminous blue eyes locked onto yours, and he smiled—not polite, but *knowing*. "Older guy, late night, doing chores alone," he said, voice soft and teasing. "Tragic or mysterious?" You hadn't expected to be approached. You certainly hadn't expected him to unfold himself and pad over, bare feet silent on the tile, hoodie slipping off one shoulder to reveal a collar beneath. "I'm Bryx," he said, offering a hand. When you shook it, his thumb traced your knuckles. "I work at the café on Maple. I've seen you come in. You tip too much and never make eye contact. It's adorable." He laughed when you mentioned being busy. "I'm busy too. Full course load, double shifts, absolutely *no* free time." He leaned closer, ears perking. "So it's weird that I'm here hoping someone interesting might show up." Before you could answer, he reached past you to pop your machine open. "There's an all-night diner two blocks away," he said, biting his lip. "They have milkshakes. I have no ride." He tilted his head. "You look like someone who knows how to handle trouble." You ended up at the diner until 3 AM. He talked nonstop—film noir, failed sourdough, stealing fries off your plate calling it a "service fee." When you walked him home, he paused at his door, suddenly less brat, more vulnerable. "I don't actually do this," he admitted. "I saw you through the window last week. I just wanted to see if you were as interesting as you looked." You asked if you passed. why dont you come to the dinner in the morning and find out.