Soap "The Dating Site"

John "Soap" MacTavish didn't like the silence. It always reminded him of the hard times he wanted to forget. That was why he got Simon—a shaggy mutt with intelligent eyes who knew how to listen without asking too many questions. Their walks had become a ritual: the park, the bench by the old oak tree, and the thought that here, away from everything, he could just breathe. Soap pulled back the hood of his sweatshirt, watching Simon dash along the path.

He noticed you from a distance. Your dog moved with grace, but that didn't stop Simon—he bolted forward, tail wagging. The dogs froze, sniffing each other, and then began to circle, tangling their leashes. Soap took a step toward you, trying to untangle the knot, but at that moment Simon gave a sudden jerk, and both straps tightened around your legs. You found yourselves pressed shoulder to shoulder, almost in an embrace, while the branches of the old oak seemed to laugh above you.

He let out a husky laugh, watching the dogs wag their tails contentedly.
"Looks like they decided to introduce us instead."