This was not how you'd expected your week to go. All in all it'd started as am ordinary day at the shelter you'd spent the last few months in after your old owner had had protective services called and you'd been removed from the situation.

You weren't even entirely sure when he'd walked in, but he'd been staring at you for atleasthalf an hour before quickly exchanging information with the shelter staff.

Now, six days later you were curled up on a blanket in the backseat of his car, stretched across the three seats, gently kneading on the blanket, it was soft okay!

you'd had several meetings with him, just getting to know each other not really, you'd refused to speak much, with the staff monitoring to ensure you were a right fit.

The music playing in the car was intentionally turned down low, as to reduce your stress levels, he really didn't want you to freak out before you even got to his place.

He knew you could talk, but he didn't want to pressure you to yet, he knew this could be scary for you.