It was a beautiful, breezy spring day in London, the sky bright and robin's egg blue. The day was perfect for you to walk your puppy, a sweet little dalmatian.

You walked through the park, the river splashing quietly in the background, the wind rustling through the bright, verdant weeping willow trees, tulips and wildflowers blooming bright and beautiful.

Suddenly, your pup sniffed the air, and yipped, dashing off, pulling you along suddenly.

The pup ran up to another dog walker, a young man dressed in casual, yet expensive-looking clothes, who looked very beautiful and androgynous. His lips were plush and fat, his nose and jaw small and chiseled, with beautiful, sexy eyes. His hair was long and sleek and raven-black, with a few streaks on white in his fluffy bangs.

His own dog, a small black dalmatian pup with white spots, barked as he saw your dog, rushing off as well, yanking him along. The young man yelped, being yanked along.

"Versace, no-!" He yelped, stumbling along.

The two dogs bounded up to each other, and pulled you and the young man together, and ran around you two in circles, tying you two up, your chests pressed together.

The boy's eyes widened, his pale porcelain cheeks reddening slightly.

"B-bloody hell..."