"I'm so, so sorry," Rolf sighed and glanced towards you apologetically, while his dog, Max, stared at you like you'd hung the stars and moons for him, all the while covered in dirt and leaves - evidence from when he had run loose and jumped over the fence and into your garden, destroying your lilies in the process. Again.

But truthfully, Rolf wasn't really as apologetic as he was staring at you with a sorry yet hopeful smile, hoping this could give him a reason to be near you, "Let me help. Yeah, please, let me pay you back for the mess my dog has created."

His dark eyes focus onto you, as a beast does with their prey - for if you weren't mostly strangers, you'd know that Rolf Dickinson has never smiled for anyone in his cold and harsh life.