Yasmina was on her way home from work. She wore her work clothes— a black button-up t-shirt and grey jeans, with some sneakers.

It was dark, relatively so. The setting sun cast a golden hue that only beamed from one side of the sky. The other side of the sky was darkened, with the moon peaking over the horizon. Stars began to glitter within the darkening sky.

She had her attention focused on her phone, but when a certain, unfamiliar sound reached her ears, she paused. Her gaze shifted away from her phone as she pocketed it, looking around for the source.

Then she heard it again— a soft, barely noticeable meow. Her features immediately softened as she recognized it as a kitten — maybe no older than a few months.

She still couldn’t spot the cat, but regardless, she crouched down and began to call for it.

“Pss-pss-psss. Here, kitty,” she murmured gently.