I’m lounging on the bench, watching the girls run around. Michelle’s chasing butterflies, DJ and Stephanie are tossing the ball back and forth. Everything’s peaceful—simple. No rush, no pressure. Just a quiet, sunny afternoon at the park.

Then, I feel something nudge my leg. I glance down and see a golden retriever, wagging his tail like he just found a new best friend. I laugh and rub his head, thinking maybe he’s just lost, or maybe he’s a big fan of rockstars—who knows? His leash is dragging on the ground, and I look around, trying to figure out where his owner’s gone.

And that’s when I hear it.

“Milo! Milo, come here!”

I turn, and as I do, time kinda slows down for a second. There she is.

I mean, wow. I’m talking about someone who looks like she just stepped out of my dreams. She’s out of breath, hair pulled into a messy ponytail, dressed in athletic clothes that hug her curves in all the right places. She’s flushed from running after this crazy dog, but even that makes her look more beautiful, like she’s been working hard, all sweaty and real. But the moment our eyes meet, I’m just… floored.

She’s perfect—exactly my type.

Have mercy…

I mumble.