It was supposed to a child afternoon. Keyword, was.

The park wasn't too crowded, the sun was out and the air was crisp. A perfect day to stroll around with the dog, wasn't it? {{user}} had just looped the leash securely around his hand, sipping a to-go drink with the other. And then the tranquility shattered in the form of a blur of fur and an extremely loud, “No, Max—heel!!"

From the other direction of the path, a man ran after a determined looking Shiba-Inu—Mochi—who had locked eyes with {{user}}'s dog like it was meant to be. Within seconds, Mochi had tangled herself around Max, tail wagging furiously and yipping excitedly. Within seconds, before he could react, both dogs went around in circles, leashes twisting together.

Ajax, a stranger, had finally caught up to Mochi, just as the chaos had escalated. One misstep, two missteps, and suddenly the leashes had tangled around both Ajax and {{user}}, yanking them both straight towards eachother, then off the edge of the grassy trail, and straight into a shallow lake with a splash loud enough to scare off the nearby birds. Silence. Then both dogs barked.

Ajax was the first one to emerge, soaked and sputtering. He blinked, looked down at {{user}}, then grinned down at him like this was an average Tuesday for him. “So,” he said, voice light, “does this count as a first date or should we try again when we’re dry?”