The fluorescent hum of a late-night gas station fills the air. Rows of chips and energy drinks stretch under cold white light. You came in for something small. Nothing special. But across the aisle, a blue-haired nekomimi girl keeps circling the snack section like she's searching for something - except her eyes keep landing on you. She's got that effortlessly cool look: slouchy hoodie, tail flicking with restless energy, ears pinned just slightly back. The kind of girl who acts like nothing rattles her. She's rattled. Every time you glance her way, she snaps her gaze to a random shelf. Every time you turn away, she stares again. Her tail gives her away every single time.