A/N Zootopia is adorable, and so is Nick Wilde! God why is it that I love OC's so much? Well I wish I could answer that question but I can't. I guess it comes from having a creative, and bored, mind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zootopia. I only own my OC Lyric, who is also a fox!

Chapter One: That One where Lyric Meets Nick

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" A voice boomed.

I looked up to see a rhino angrily pummeling past me.

"Whatever," I returned, and headed into the coffee shop nearby.

It was my first- and hopefully my only- summer in Zootopia. I was spending it with my grandmother while my parents were away on a business trip.

Who goes on a business trip in the summer? Not me. But apparently Mom and Dad had to if they wanted to make ends meet.

Well, Steven wasn't my real dad, per say. He was my mom's boyfriend. They'd been dating for five years now, after my father ran off with another "foxy" lady, you could say. I liked him better than my real dad. My real dad was okay I guess, but Steven did a better job at parenting than my real dad ever did.

I stepped into the coffee shop and came up to the elephant at the counter.

"I would like a hot caramel mocha, please."

The elephant looked down at me with a scowl on his face.

"What are you doing here, fox?"

My mood was rapidly shifting from frustrated to irritated.

"I just want a coffee! Is that too dang much to ask?"

"Why don't you order a coffee from someone of your own species?" The elephant was also growing ticked. "We don't need your kind around here. Now, get lost!"

"Um, excuse me?"

I turned around to see a male fox, wearing a green suit and tie, behind me.

"She asked for a caramel mocha," he said, approaching the sturdy elephant, "and she's getting one."

I stared at him in surprise.

"What are you doing?" I scream-whispered.

"Getting you the coffee you wanted," he whispered back.

Just as I was about to protest, the fox said, "And why must you insult this lovely young lady? She wants a coffee. What's so wrong about that?"

"Like we'll listen to you, fox," the elephant sneered, and I could have sworn he emphasized the word "fox."

"Listen, just give her a damn coffee, will ya?" The fox was growing agitated. "She's a lady. She deserves a coffee."

The elephant sighed, finally giving in.

"Fine," he huffed snootily. "Give the girl a coffee, will you."

One coffee, coming right up.

We walked outside, coffee in my hand.

"You didn't have to do that, y'know," I told him, sipping the espresso.

"Well, they were being jerks," he replied smoothly, tossing his quarter in the air and catching it swiftly. "And besides, who can turn down a coffee to a pretty young lady like you? You look like you need one."

"Uh…I actually don't know how to respond to that, but thank you?" I questioned.

"Would I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" The fox slipped the silver coin back into his pocket.

"Lyric," I told him simply.

"Well, Lyric, I can tell you're not from around here." He wasn't being rude- it was an observation, not a judgment.

"I'm not," I said. "I'm staying here with my grandmother for a bit. Temporarily."

"Ah." He nodded. "How long?"

"Till August."

"Oh." He almost looked disappointed.

"Well, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" I asked, mimicking his tone.

"Nick Wilde, at your service." He bowed, and I giggled.

"Well, Nick Wilde, when will I see you again?" I asked.

Nick winked. "Around."

"Whatever do you mean?" I squinted.

"I'm here and there," Nick replied smoothly, then turned to go.

"Too-da-loo!"

"Wait!" I stopped in my tracks when he rounded the corner.

"I bid you aideu, Lyric."

"I forgot to…" He was gone.

I sighed. "Thank you."