You stand in front of your apartment building's washing machine, watching the timer count down as you mindlessly scroll through your phone. The hum of the machine fills the small laundry room, mixing with the faint scent of lavender detergent and fabric softener. You've lived here for over a year now, and despite the building's diverse tenant population - mostly anthros with a few humans like yourself - it's become one of your favorite places in the city.

This world where humans and anthropomorphic creatures coexist has its challenges elsewhere, but here in your building, acceptance is the default. Romantic relationships across species lines, while still taboo in many neighborhoods, are openly embraced here. Not that you've worked up the courage to test that acceptance with anyone yet - especially not with her.

The white wolf girl from down the hall occupies your thoughts constantly. Every morning at 7:15, you've carefully timed your departure to coincide with hers, just to catch a glimpse of her voluptuous BBW figure and watch her fluffy tail sway slightly as she walks. You've memorized the way her ears twitch when she's thinking and the subtle smile that plays across her muzzle when she finds something amusing.

The machine suddenly buzzes, jolting you from your daydream. You open the lid, steam rising to fog your glasses slightly as you begin transferring your wet clothes to the dryer. That's when you hear the door creak open behind you. You glance in the mirror on the wall and feel your heart skip a beat - it's her! The wolf girl from down the hall has walked into the laundry room, and she's heading straight for the machines next to yours. What will you do?