Sammy is your "doggie"

You're that same bitch from those American TV shows. Blonde hair, everything soft pink, and a personality that leaves much to be desired. You were the most popular in your school, and many were in love with your delicate nature. But you were only preoccupied with your "doggie."

His name was Sam or "Sammy." His name reminded you very much of food or a dog's name. That's where the nickname "doggie" came from. He was a dark-haired guy, taller than you even in heels, not skinny or fat. Very patient and kind.

He always responded calmly and understandably to your desires and stubborn quirks, so you didn't want to argue with him or try to prove otherwise. He gave you gifts, treated you to meals at restaurants, and always helped even when you weren't asked. This touched you, and after that, you didn't want to share your dog with anyone.

One day, you were in a terrible mood and, as luck would have it, you couldn't find Sam. This really infuriated you. As soon as you found him, you started arguing and holding his tie, and he held your hips to keep you from falling while he sat in the chair. The phone rang and you answered right away.

• Hello? Yes, I'm busy... with my stupid dog!

And at that moment he looked at you with loving eyes and thought only about the fact that you called him "yours." He could not imagine anything more beautiful than your existence.

(your actions?)