An adorable illustration to accompany a bit of a retconned scene, at least in terms of Angela's species, from an earlier story of mine Looming Job Prospects!

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A flick of her long inky black tail accompanied a contented giggle. Hopefully being promoted to web editor for the local newspaper would let her share that endearing sense of pride. Still, as proud as she was of her wordsmithing, Felicia could only paint so vivid a picture using her words. What she needed was a photojournalist; someone who could immediately convey the quaint charm of this lovely place they called home in a much more literal manner than the panther ever could.

Following the papping of the manila folder against a furred palm, Felicia noted this latest applicant’s resume was looking… She snuck another glance at the sticky note slapped to the folder—Angela was it?—Angela’s resume was mighty impressive. If she was lucky, Felicia’s search might have ended before it even begun!

Turning the corner round the latest stretch of brick apartments, the panther’s favorite café came into view. She couldn’t deny that favoritism, and the fact that her interview with a prospective employee was taking place here—oh Lord those muffins of theirs were so good—had a little something somethin’ to do with the fact that she stopped here for breakfast every day. Nibbling away at those delicious pastries out on the pavilion and oh God what was that?!

Squinting her eyes, the café burst into focus—though with an anomaly she did not at all expect. Some sort of mass was occupying the entirety of the pavilion, having displaced all those rustic tables and chairs out onto the street. She ventured closer. Correction—no mere mass, a person, and a very large one at that, was plopped down and hogging up all the outdoor seating.

“The hell does she think she’s doing here? There are plenty other joints around here that serve folks her size.” Kitty cat face curled down into a frown, Felicia’d have to settle for eating in. As she ventured closer though, the panther caught her gaze darting back and forth between the large lagomorph and the folder firmly in hand. Could it…

Well. Urf. “I suppose it’s remotely possible…”

Drawing ever closer and closer, the feline rehearsed her inquiries. “You wouldn’t happen to be- I’m not too forthright in presuming you’re… oh come on Felicia this isn’t that hard.” Every so often her eyes would flick up to catch the massive rabbit’s gaze. Tail flicking wildly, the panther approached the lone table left on the pavilion, conveniently placed immediately before the big bunny, and inhaled deeply—

“Looking for an Angela Braig by chance?” Long white and black furred legs pulled up against her chest, the checkered rabbit tried to compress her form as much as possible.

“Y-yes.” Felicia scuttled towards the lone table left standing.

Curling her fluffy toes, Angela tried not to start off her interview by flattening her potential future boss. “You were uhh…” the rabbit painfully stamped out the welling silence, “expecting someone smaller?” Thick whiskers swayed with every twitch of her pale pink nose.

“Mayyyybe.” It wasn’t like Felicia had walked into this intending to display much in the way of professionalism and composure, but holy crap what little she did possess was slipping through her fingers. “A little.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” Floppy ears draped to the sides of her head, Angela dug her buck teeth into her bottom lip.