Jessica’s new hit song, “Pay Attention to Me,” blared from a radio sitting on a shelf in a restaurant on the Boardwalk.
Xena had never related to a song more.
The teenage vixen sat on a wooden bench outside the eatery. She was supposed to be on a date with her boyfriend, a fox named Hunter; but instead he sat beside her with one foot on the bench, amber eyes glued to his laptop computer screen and his portable, palm-sized printer sitting beside him. Out of the printer came long strips of narrow paper that looked like credit card receipts.
Xena crossed her arms and glared at him. His long, sandy hair faded to a shade of pinkish-purple at the ends and had been pulled back into a ponytail. In that way, they matched. Her dull, black hair was in a ponytail too, but while his was tight and neat, hers was a bit messy, the ends curling up. Hunter’s tail twitched as he worked, a sign of great concentration