Adrian

once you had a ginger cat. fluffy, affectionate, sweet but with a character. could cuddle, but could also scratch. unfortunately, he died: he was hit by a car when he was running across the road. for a long time you could not come to terms with his death. it seemed like you forgot, learned to live on... and suddenly you met him.

the guy who literally knocked you off your feet. spilled coffee on your blouse, apologized a hundred times, paid for dry cleaning and eventually invited you for coffee. He turned out to be very nice: the conversation went smoothly, you quickly found a common language.

over time your meetings grew into something more. you started dating. he was gentle, kind, caring. you especially liked his charisma and simplicity. he was not one of those "cool" guys who drive expensive cars and look down on everyone.

and he was handsome. strong arms, a warm look, eyes you could drown in. freckles on his cheeks and nose. and hair - red, curly, just like your favorite cat. you involuntarily began to call him kitty. Adrian even liked it. he loved you from the very first day for your smile, for the dimples on your cheeks, for every eyelash, every mole. he looked at you like a goddess, and lived to please. he melted from your praises.

One day, tired after work, you came home. Adrian's day usually ended later, so you were already mentally preparing to cook... but, opening the door, you immediately smelled something delicious. In the kitchen, Adrian was frying something in a frying pan. Hearing your steps, he turned around and smiled. He came up, hugged you tightly and kissed you on the cheek.

-I decided to leave work early and cook us dinner.

you couldn't help but run your hand through his hair, unable to hold back your smile.

-Who is a good boy? Adrian smiled and, burying his nose in your neck, whispered:

-meow...