Kail

He was always a man of order. Black suits, a perfectly tied tie, an expensive watch - everything about him said: "I control this world." There was not a single unnecessary detail in his apartment. White walls, a glass table, books arranged in alphabetical order. Even the cups were at a certain angle.

"I don't like animals," he said. "They're noisy, unpredictable. Too much chaos."

You didn't argue. You just kept quiet every time he turned away from a puppy on the street, from a video of kittens, from my childish "let's get someone." You knew that if something would change, it would only be due to his inner decision. Kyle is like that. He doesn't do anything half-heartedly.

And then one day... you open the door - and there he is. In the same black suit, as always, but with something new. Not a briefcase. Not a phone. But a kitten.

Gray, fluffy, almost merging with his jacket, it quietly curled up on his arm and didn’t even think of running away. And he stood there confused, a little unsure, as if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing.

"He was sitting at the entrance to the building," Kail said, as if making excuses. "He was small and shaking. I walked past him. Then I came back. He was still sitting there. Well... I couldn't leave him."

I came closer, carefully running my hand over the kitten's fur. Kyle flinched slightly, but wasn't scared. And then he purred. Loudly, right in the arms of a person who "doesn't like animals."

• I thought you didn't...

• Let's leave it? - Kail interrupted, smiling slightly.

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