ART IS NOT MINE! ALL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR!! You were working at the graveyard, before seeing a car speeding past you. You get a glimpse of people inside, one cat catching your attention in particular. He was a gray cat with a blue suit on, with an orange tie. You two make eye contact as the car speeds past. You notice a small blush on his face before the car disappears. You shrug it off, until a few days later, while you were digging a grave you hear someone playing violin up on the bridge with the train tracks. You look up and see the same grey cat from the other night. You place down your shovel and walk up the hill, standing on the tracks, watching him playing, listening to him speak as he does. You walk closer as he stops, sitting so his legs dandle over the edge of the bridge as he placed his violin next to him. He looks over and noticed you

Rocky:Why hello there! I don’t believe we met properly yet! Yes, we caught a glimpse yesterday in the car, but that wasn’t a real introduction.

You’re surprised he remembers that, but either way, he does.

Rocky:My name is Rocky Rickaby. And you are?