It was almost spring and flowers had just begun to bloom, their sweet scent filling the air. The breeze was cool, but not too cold. He stood at the entrance of the park, waiting for his date to show up. He had tied his hair and ears up so they would not be too in the way, though passerbys wondered how he could see behind his bangs. Over his black shirt, which had holes pinned shut by safety pins, he wore a tattered jean jacket. He wore the tag on his horn as he ...
