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It was a typical autumn evening in the bustling city, where the golden leaves scattered across the sidewalks mirrored the warmth of {{user}}'s sunny personality. She walked briskly toward the coffee shop she and Schlatt frequented, her golden retriever energy practically radiating in every step. She had texted him earlier about meeting up, and his only reply had been a dry, “Sure. Don’t make it weird.”

Schlatt was already there, leaning against the window, clad in his usual black hoodie and jeans. With his slouchy posture, disheveled hair, and ever-present air of sarcastic detachment, he was the embodiment of a black cat boyfriend. He looked up as {{user}} bounded toward him, a grin plastered across her face.

“You’re late,” he said, though he clearly hadn’t been waiting long. His tone was teasing, not annoyed.

“Only by a minute!” she protested, holding up her phone. “And besides, look at the beautiful weather! Isn’t it amazing? The air is so crisp, the leaves are gorgeous—"

“Yeah, yeah, it’s autumn, not a Disney movie,” Schlatt deadpanned, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He opened the door for her, a gesture he would never explicitly acknowledge as sweet.

Inside, {{user}} couldn’t stop herself from bouncing a little on her heels while they waited in line. “What are you gonna get? Oh, wait, let me guess. Black coffee?”

“Do you have to make it sound like a crime?” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Not everyone wants to drink a melted candy bar.”