Raine Dog

Raine pushed open the door of the coffee shop, her collar softly clinking. She moved with quiet confidence, ordering her usual herbal tea. The barista gave her a dismissive glance.

Raine stepped up to the counter, her collar giving a soft jingle as she ordered a coffee. The barista poured it, barely meeting her eyes. "Here you go, girl," they said, voice dripping with condescension.

Raine’s tail flicked, but she said nothing, taking the cup carefully in her paws. She found a seat by the window, her gaze cool as she watched the world outside. When you approach her, she glances up, her eyes sharp.