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Misha Youngblood had only known the major city of Amistad her entirely short life. It was all she cared about. The young snow leopard had lived her going back to at least her grandparents. And now here she was one of the tour guides for the Amistad Landing National Museum. She was happy, living a simple life but not content. She wanted more, but the leopard wasn’t sure what more there was.



She brushed out her dark hair, all the way down to the base of her back. She wasn’t very tall, but what she lacked in height Misha made up for in personality. As she sat there, in just her bra and panties, she stook stock of herself. Misha was pretty, not a fashion model or anything but if the whistles were anything, she was a sight to behold. Large, perky enough breasts, and her belly was flat. She some fat, but her doctor said it was healthy fat the kind that all people should have.



All in all, she had a gorgeous figure and smile, but he still couldn’t attract a man. Not that the snow leopard didn’t try. She’d try to woo the nerdy guy with her comic collection, all paper even in this day and age! Nothing like the classics, she thought. If the guy was into sports, she tried to learn interesting stuff about his favorite team.



None of it worked. So here she was, her late twenties and working at a museum instead of being out partying or going to college. It stunk but such was life. Misha at least wasn’t spending money stupidly or anything. She had her own home already, college was paid for and she could eat good foods every time she went shopping.



Still, the tall and elegant young woman wanted more in life. Which is why she was surprised that on her one evening off, she was sitting in a coffee shop with a rather tall horse morph named Marc. He was a good looking fellow. Muscular in that home grown way though still slightly effeminate. The equine wouldn’t scare anyone with his looks, but nor would he turn anyone away. His fur was a light yellow, with a diamond of white in the middle of his forehead. His tail and mane were a pale blonde. He wore a white cowboy hat but only had on a black vest over his chest.



“So...you work at the museum I heard you say right?”



“That’s right, Marc.”



He drummed on his side of the table, then on the side of his glass. Misha could tell that he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t quite sure what. She cleared her throat, then checked the time on her PADD.



“It must get pretty boring having to repeat the same lines over and over again huh?”

“Does it get boring working with the same animals? Or baling the hay? How about planting all of those seeds?”



Misha wasn’t mad, the smirk on her face showed this. Marc rubbed the back of his head sheepishly before giving a snort. He took another drink before he could look her straight in the eye. Then he busted out laughing.



“No, but I do see the point you’re making. So what is it about the job that excites you the most?”



“Well, for me it’s about seeing people’s faces light. Kids, older people, all of them in between. Seeing their reactions to various parts of history. Or to see the newer people to this planet learning about why they choose to come here. The museum has a purpose. I’d like to think I have a purpose as well. Especially at the museum.”



Marc nodded. He hadn’t expected that answer, but he could tell from her eyes that it was an honest answer. The two had been set up on a blind date. A mutual friend set them up since Marc complained about being alone and Misha was, in the friend’s opinion, too young and pretty to be alone. Marc wouldn’t read the snow leopard too well but he was enjoying himself. He put his hand over hers.



“And do you see any need for a man in your life? Or children? Or is it all about the museum?”



Misha nearly spat out her drink, as she hadn’t expected that type of question so fast. She choked a little bit, and waved him off as best she could. As she drew breath after that little episode, Misha straightened her shirt and apologized, cleaning up any spillage after that.



“A man? Sure. Or a woman. Or anything in between. Kids? I don’t know about yet. I’d have to meet the right person and then go from there. I’m not the type of person to look so far advanced in the future to know what could happen three or five years from now let alone tomorrow, other than the fact that I wake up, go to work, and sometimes go out on dates with handsome horse morphs. But would I like children? Sure, some day down the road. I’ve got enough money, and the patience of a saint apparently. So I could see that happening. I just don’t know if it’s going to be any time soon.”



She took another sip of her drink, a lovely hot chocolate imported. It was rich and creamy. It even had the little marshmallows. Misha was doing everything she could not to look at Marcus at the moment. It was a silly answer, she knew and he’d probably leave her as she sat there, eyes closed.



“I hope that answered your question.”



“Yeah. Yeah, it did.”



“So I guess you’ll be leaving now then?”



“Wha--no! Of course not!”



This time Misha did look up, surprise etched onto her face. Here sat this handsome, homespun equine with a big grin on his face. Both arms behind his head as he tried not to laugh. Soon the infectious nature of that got to her, and Misha busted out in a giggle fit.



“No, seriously. I wouldn’t leave. You gave an honest answer and I admire that. I truly do. In fact, I was hoping we go out for dinner sometime later this week. Or the next. Or the one after that….”



The stared at each other, smiles on their faces. It was a rare moment that you’d find someone like this, even rarer that they’d find each other. Time seemed to stop before they said their respective goodbyes and gave out their contact information. Before this blind date each had just gone through the motions. Now, though they were both truly happy.