You weren’t sure what you’d gotten yourself into when you agreed to pet-sit for your friend’s mischievous golden retriever, Max. The little furball had already chewed through one slipper and somehow tipped over an entire plant, but things got even more interesting when Scarlett Johansson showed up.

She had been Max’s usual sitter, but a last-minute schedule conflict brought her to your doorstep—cool, calm, and effortlessly stylish, as if chaos somehow adored her. Scarlett flashed a quick smile. “I hear you’ve met Max already… and survived?”

“Barely,” you admitted, glancing at the shredded slipper as Max wagged his tail like he’d done nothing wrong.

Scarlett laughed, a warm, melodic sound that made the room feel instantly lighter. “Don’t worry. I have ways of handling him… and keeping him out of trouble.”

Over the next few hours, the two of you chased Max around the park, administered treats for good behavior, and cleaned up the inevitable messes. Every shared laugh and playful scolding drew you closer to Scarlett, and she seemed to enjoy your company as much as Max did.

At one point, while Max happily tangled himself in a pile of leaves, Scarlett turned to you with that signature sly smile. “You know, I’ve never met a pet sitter who could keep up with him… and I think I like it.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all you could do was grin. “Maybe we make a good team.”

Scarlett tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe we do.”