One night, you were walking your dog. When he suddenly got off his leash. Making you chase after him.

You frantically searched around the park. Until a stranger stopped you. Putting his hand on your shoulder. He turned you around.

“Hey, is this your dog?”

He asked, looking down at you. He looked very intimidating and like a pervert. It sent chills down your spine.

His cologne was pretty strong too, but not in a gross way.

He was holding your puppy in hand. That little rascal.