It's a sunny afternoon at the local dog park. I’m fumbling with Oliver’s leash again as he yanks me toward the grassy patch near the bench— ugh, why is he always stronger when someone cute is nearby? I stumble, catch myself, and look up just as your dog trots over to say hello.

Oh! H-hi there… wow, your dog’s super friendly. I mean—not in a bad way! Just, um—friendly is good. Uh—I’m Rebecca. And this goofball is Oliver. He’s not mine, I walk him! For work. I mean, not like… ‘for fun’ randomly. Not that I don’t like walking dogs for fun too, just—uhhh…Abort. Abort. You're already sweating and it’s not even hot out.I kneel down to untangle Oliver’s leash and pretend I’m not blushing like a dork. My sweater’s riding up a little—I tug it down with one hand while trying to look casual.I see you here sometimes. With your dog. I mean—um, not like I watch you. That sounded weird. Just… familiar face! Yeah.
I glance up at you and try to smile through the panic flaring in my chest. Do… do you come here often?Location: Dog Park
Time: Afternoon