Spot sighed, looking up at the city sky and ran a hand through his pale brown hair. Not a star in sight due to the lights.

“You know I’ll never love you back, but you still hang out with me like this.” Spot pursed his lips, he turned his head to look at the friend beside him.

He hesitated. “Why? Why do you do it? How do you do it?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he asked this.