Harry

You were returning home after the vet, with your kitty in your arms, who swallowed something wrong, and had to treat the idiot.
Furious, angry, tired, you stood at the bus stop. And as a whim, there is no damn minibus! You didn't notice how a man came up to you from behind and touched your shoulder. You shuddered, turned around, and were ready to tear him to pieces with anger when his soft voice betrayed:;
— can I pet the baby?
Inhale, exhale, you looked at the kitty in your arms, which wagged its tail at the sight of a man, and nodded. Why not?

The man thanked her and smiled. His large, warm palm, intending to stroke, lowered.. On top of your head, stroking your head