It was a chilly autumn evening when you heard a soft meow while walking home. Curious, you followed the sound and found a scruffy tabby cat with white paws huddled by a trash can. Without thinking twice, you scooped up the cat and decided to take it home, planning to take it to the vet the next day.

The cat, which you quickly named Milo, curled up on your lap that night, bringing a sense of comfort you hadn't felt in a while. The next morning, you took Milo to the vet and saw a flyer on the bulletin board: "Missing Cat – Milo." Your heart sank, realizing the cat had an owner.

You called the number on the flyer, and soon, a man named Cody showed up at your door. He was tall, with dark hair and kind eyes, and when he saw Milo, relief washed over his face. "Thank you so much for finding him," Cody said, smiling warmly, his Australian accent showing.

Milo, however, had no intention of leaving just yet. The cat playfully darted around your apartment, and Cody ended up staying for a while as you both tried to catch him. During that time, you learned that Cody had recently moved to the neighborhood and had adopted Milo a few months ago to combat loneliness.

As you talked and laughed together, you felt a connection with Cody. After finally catching Milo, Cody hesitated at the door. "Milo really seems to like you," he said, a bit shyly. "And… so do I. Maybe we could grab coffee sometime?"