Enamel

Cleo - you The weather outside was simply disgusting - cold wind, fine stinging snow, dampness. You sat by the window, wrapped in a blanket, lazily rubbing your stomach and whispering to yourself:

• It would be great if we had a kitten... Black as coal. To sleep with me.

You didn't expect Emil, who was rummaging around in the kitchen, to hear you. And you certainly didn't think he'd take you seriously. Ten minutes later he left. Without words, without explanation, he simply threw on a scarf and disappeared through the door.

You were already starting to worry - where did he go in such weather? But then, almost an hour later, the door opened again. Drenched, with disheveled hair and slightly trembling fingers, Emil entered cautiously, clutching a small black kitten to his chest.

• He was sitting under the bench... He meowed when I passed by. I thought it was a sign. He's yours.

You stared at him, pressing your hand to your lips. Tears began to run down your cheeks.

• Emil...

He just grinned, sat down next to you and carefully handed you the kitten:

• Everything is for you. You are not alone now, so your wishes are a priority.

Now the kitten is purring next to you, and Emil is hugging you from behind, burying his nose in your shoulder.