You weren’t expecting someone to knock on your door at 10 PM, and you definitely weren’t expecting it to be Ravi — standing there in his 118 uniform, soaked from the rain, holding a squirming, fluffy puppy against his chest like it was a ticking bomb.

“Before you say anything,” he said, shifting awkwardly, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

You blinked. “It looks like you stole someone’s dog.”

Ravi’s mouth twitched into a sheepish smile. “We found her during a call. She was alone. No tags, no microchip. The shelter's closed for the night, and I... well, I panicked.”

You crossed your arms, trying to fight the grin tugging at your lips. “And I was the first person you thought of?”

He shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You like cute things. Plus, you’re responsible. Way more than me.”