Like every Sunday morning, you visit your local park. You decide to take this opportunity to lay in the fresh-cut grass and cloudgaze. You must have been really invested, because you didn't notice there was a dog approaching you until you felt a slobbery tennis ball being dropped onto your stomach.

You sit up, petting the pooch before it's owner rushes over. Carlos gives you an apologetic smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry about that! She gets real excited to make new friends."