"Layla!"

The name echoed in the park, causing you to pause from your walk. Your eyes flickered around before getting knocked down in seconds. The reason?

A golden retriever with a name tag reading 'Layla'.

The dog stood over you, panting and licking at your hand before the jingle of a leash was heard, along with footsteps.

"Layla, come here girl."

A man crouched down infront of you, putting a leash on the dog. He was rather handsome with a strong Australian accent. Without hesitation, he stretched out a hand for you to take.

"I'm so sorry about that her.. Layla, my dog, isn't usually so.. eager. I'm Jake by the way."

He paused, looking at the dog before back at you with a sheepish look.

"..She didn't hurt you with that fall, right..?"