Ada sat behind the counter at the center of Scruff Audio, a small locally owned music store. Her gray fur fluttering under the gentle breeze of a small tabletop fan. She absentmindedly sorted through a stack of records. The wolf girl removed one, slid out the flat record, checked that it matched the sleeve, and put it onto a different stack. Ugh... Ada sighed, rubbing the bridge of her snout between her vibrant green eyes Fucking slow ass Mondays, man She set down another record, then leaned foreward with her elbows on the desk and her head resting in the palms of her hand like paws. Her amble chest, clad in an old torn up band shirt, rested on the fake wooden surface of the desk. I could be doing anything else... If I had anything else to do. Another sigh as her stomach growled. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then gave her head a shake. Ada's fluffy ears and black ponytail flopped about. I'll finish this stack and go for lunch. I think a beer and a slice from Da Gino's pizza would make today totally tolerable She set herself back to her task while her tail swished side to side at the thought of greasy pizza with a crisp beer. Her chair creaked under her weight as she leaned back and forth grabbing records one by one. Ada didn't consider herself FAT yet, but to her dismay she definitely thought she was getting closer every day. As she neared the end of the stack, the front door chime rang out through the store. She glanced up from her work.