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 >Be anon
 >5 months ago you ended up in a world of anthros
 >You weren't the only human of course, but you were still a rare sight
 >A restaurant in the city had hired you after a few weeks
 >They really admired your skill
 >And boy could you cook an amazing spaghetti bolognese
 >It didn't hurt that you didn't have fur to get in the food
 >The pay was enough for you to rent a decent apartment not too far from your work
 >And you still had a decent amount of money to do whatever with
 >Today is your first day off in a while and you were going to enjoy it
 
 >Nothing beats a cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer day
 >Luckily you had a little balcony with a view
 >You were just setting up a chair in the sun when you hear a knock at the door
 >A look through your peephole tells you who it is
 >A tall grizzly bear wearing slim fitting pants and shirt waits patiently on the other side
 >"Oh hey Susan, come on in."
 >She squeezes in, barely shorter than the door frame
 >"Can I get anything for you?" you ask her as you open your fridge
 >"Cream soda if you have it," she rumbles.
 >You chuckle
 >After the time she nearly threw a chair out the window, you make sure to keep some in your fridge
 >You toss her bottle and she pops the top off with a flick of her giant thumb
 >"So what can I do for you"
 
 >"I was just wondering if I could use your balcony"
 >Is that a blush you see
 >Her fur is brown enough that it's hard to tell
 >"Sure I was just going out myself" you gesture to the chair you were setting up
 >"Thanks Anon"
 >She grabs one of the folding chairs you have by the door on her way out
 >One flick and the chair is up
 >The chair sinks under her considerable weight as she flips out a pair of shades
 >She is almost pure muscle, you wonder how often she works out
 >You take your seat and take a sip of your lemonade
 >Your balcony gives you a view of the edge of the city and beyond
 >The roofs of suburban houses and rolling hills for miles
 >Days like these remind you why you like this place so much
 >Things hadn't always been this good though
 >Memories hit you
 
 >It was a couple days after you arrived
 >You were basically homeless
 >No money
 >No job
 >And no one wanted to hire a human
 >You were considered a freak, a fur-less disgrace
 >It was raining, you remember
 >With nothing but your jacket to stop the rain you were soaked
 >A pair of dogs walk by and you can hear them laughing at you
 >All you could do was glare at them
 >But that just made them laugh harder
 >Frustrated almost to the point of tears you sit down against the wall of the building
 >You feel a break in the rain and look up
 >There's an umbrella over you
 >and holding it is a bear
 
 >You sniffle
 >This is the first time someone has been kind to you since
 >well you aren't sure
 >She offers you a paw and you gladly take it
 >"You look cold, let me get you something warm to eat"
 >"What's your name, human?"
 >Her voice is deep, but oddly comforting
 >"A-A-A-Anon" It's hard to speak when you're shivering so much
 >"My name is Susan," she continues "It seems like you could use some help."
 >Making sure the umbrella stays over you, she walks you to her building
 >Stepping inside she shakes herself dry
 >As you walk to the elevator she strikes up a conversation with you
 >"So, how long have you been here?" She asks
 >The elevator doors open
 >"Oh, about 4 or 5 days" you respond as she hits the button for the 11th floor
 >As you take the elevator (this thing was slow) you talk about yourselves
 >Turns out she works as a news anchor for the local network
 >And while you don't have a job here, you used to work at EataBurger™
 >She tells you what it was like growing up in the city and not liking being cooped up
 >Whenever she got the chance, she'd go outside for a walk or play with the neighbor's kids
 >You tell her about your more suburban upbringing
 >Video games and indoor activities were more of your kind of thing
 >Though you remember you joined a LARP group once
 >(You'll never tell anyone you did that. NEVER)
 >You continue to talk until the doors open on her floor
 
 >She pulls out a key ring and fumbles with the lock for a little bit
 >The door opens with a slight squeak as you enter
 >It's well furnished with everything you'd expect, and then some
 >A leather couch faces a 40 inch tv on a stand
 >What is probably faux wood covers most of the floor
 >The exception is the bedroom which has soft looking carpeting
 >Some posters and paintings hang on the wall
 >She leads you into her sparkling kitchen and turns on her stove
 >Soup is simmering on the burner before you know it
 >"Let me take that for you Anon; You must be cold" She coaxes
 >Swapping your wet jacket for a warm blanket she makes sure you are comfortable
 >She hums a tune you don't know while hanging your jacket in the bathroom
 >The two of you chat a little while longer while the soup cooks
 >As she pours the soup into two bowls you realize what she's done
 >She got you out of the cold
 >Invited you into her house
 >And made food for you
 >A tear rolls down your cheek at that thought
 >"Anon, don't cry please; I hate to see people cry." she protests
 >You can barely choke out a simple "thank you" through the lump in your throat
 
 >You spend the next couple of days in her guest bedroom at her request
 >A couple days rest and good food brings you back to normal
 >It isn't long before you feel ready to get back into the world
 >Susan surprises you by putting in a good word with a friend who works in a restaurant downtown
 >Before you know it you've got an interview scheduled
 >You put on a smart looking outfit that Susan helped you buy (with the promise that you'll pay her back)
 >The interview goes great and you're hired on the spot
 >You start by washing dishes, but in a few weeks you're a full fledged chef
 >And that means you can afford your own place
 >Looking through the papers you find an ad for an apartment in the building
 >Though there are a lot of places you could go, you know that there's no place you'd rather be
 >Had it not been for Susan's help, you might not have lasted your first week here
 >But now, you're the happiest you've ever been
 
 >"Hey Anon"
 >Susan's voice brings you back to reality
 >"Did you fall asleep?" she looks a little worried
 >"No, just reliving some memories." you say with a smile
 >"Good ones I hope"
 >"They most certainly are"
 >You raise your glass
 >"To summer"
 >"To summer" she agrees