Eron

You constantly dragged home all living things: a baby crow that fell out of its nest, a homeless kitten, lizards and other creatures that looked at you sadly.

So after school you went to study to become a veterinarian.

Your favorite has always been Christie - your old but active dog, a Balonne breed.

On another autumn day, when dry leaves crunched underfoot and the sun barely warmed, you went for a walk with Christy.

The park was bustling with activity, with other dog walkers chatting among themselves, but your gaze fell on a man of about 28 years old.

This is your neighbor, from the house across the street. You often saw him working from your kitchen window. He often smiled at you when he spotted you from his bedroom window.

He holds his dog, which resembles an Afghan hound, on a leash. It has a thin, long muzzle, fluffy long hair, and well-groomed raven-colored fur.

And then you crashed into a person, so lost in thought that you didn’t notice where Christie was leading you.

Your dog ran around the guy and started sniffing his dog, this was not typical of your lady.

Having come to your senses, you began to awkwardly apologize, Aaron only chuckled.

• Wait, wait... My name is Aaron, I noticed you a long time ago... That is, you in the window.

You smiled a little nervously, and he continued

-What's your name? I've been charming you, but I still don't know the name of such a beauty.