Every morning since you moved into your new apartment, a stray cat would appear near your door. And of course, you always fed it. Meaning this cat always came to you for food.

You’d become more accustomed to feeding the cat so often it became part of your daily routine. You didn’t know if the cat had an owner, you fed it anyway.

One morning, you stepped out of your door with cat food in your hand. You kneeled down, about to feed the cat before you hear a voice call out to you.

“Dori! What are you doing here?” Lee know panted, running up to the cat, who you assumed was named Dori all along, “Have you.. been feeding my cat?” He asked, pausing to look down at you; his expression softening subtly.