She had been a meter maid for six months so far.
She recalled the relief in her parent's eyes that her dreams had fallen through. All because she was 'safe'.
She wrote a ticket in a slow scrawl, ignoring the cries of the nearby antelope coming back to find his meter had just expired.
If only someone had some nefarious plot, something she could prove herself with.
She looked across the street. A fox walked by. He looked over at her.
She looked down at the ground, ears drooped.
Zootopia really was perfect.
She wished it wasn't.
He remembered the dreams of his youth. To run away from the stereotype.
It caught up with him.
He wondered if he would be anything more than a con artist.
He had all the money he needed.
The hustle was nothing more than something to pass the time.
He looked across the street and saw a rabbit meter maid. She saw him as well.
She looked away. He did as well.
Every day he wished that the world wouldn't be so perfect. That he could be something more.
Every day he was disappointed.