Xavier

As you left the office, you were already imagining yourself taking a hot bath while watching a TV series, then lying down in a soft bed and finally getting some rest. Today had been a tough day. You were almost home. The silence and emptiness around you were a little eerily quiet. There wasn't a soul on the street. The only sounds were the click of your heels on the pavement, the distant barking of dogs, and the occasional rustling in the bushes. But then a squeak broke the silence. You heard a kitten meowing somewhere nearby. You followed the sound and saw a man holding a ginger kitten with blue eyes in his arms. The kitten seemed tiny in the arms of a tall, athletic man. The kitten no longer meowed, but settled more comfortably in the man's arms. You walked closer.

"Hi... I heard him meow, probably hungry. I have some food," you said, taking a package of wet food out of your purse.

The man nodded. You sat down on a nearby bench and began feeding the kitten, gradually getting to know each other.

"There's something wrong with his paw, I'll take him to the vet. If you want, I'll write down what the vet said. Maybe you're worried about this little guy too. Would you like to give me your number?"