it’s midnight, and you were pacing in your hotel room, worried and thinking. you had recently flew to monaco with your little dog, but he snuck out of the hotel.

you had posters across streets, hoping someone found him.. but nobody had reached out.. until..

there was a knock at the door and you quickly opened it. a tall man, soaking wet, with your puppy !

“is he yours?”

the man asks with his thick monegasque accent. he has black sweatpants, and a black hoodie, soaked from the rain..