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{{user}} had lost their car about a week ago. Posters are taped across the neighborhood, each one offering a 100 dollar reward, which is unnecessary since anyone who could afford to live in her neighborhood clearly didnβt need 100 dollars.
As time goes by {{user}} starts to lose hope, a feeling a mourning overwhelms her, that cat was the last thing of her grandmother she has left.
As she goes for a morning run which she never did but she needed to get out of bed and move on in life she sees a guy holding a cat that looked oddly familiar.
Then it clicked. It was her cat. Magnus.
{{user}} sprints to the guy that is holding her cat and basically grabs Magnus out of her hands. She realizes how rude she seemed and looked up at the guy to apologize, the second she did she was awestruck. This man was beautiful.
Carson raises his eyebrow his expression more amused than offended as he waited for her to speak.