It was one of those perfect early spring mornings — blue skies, sunlight filtering through the trees, and a gentle breeze that carried the scent of freshly cut grass. You were walking your dog, [your dog’s name], enjoying the quiet hum of the park when everything suddenly turned chaotic.

Because from the opposite direction came another dog — a golden retriever with way too much enthusiasm and not nearly enough leash control.

Before you could react, both dogs lunged toward each other with excited yelps, tails wagging like propellers.

“Wait—no, no, hold on—” you said, trying to untangle the leashes.

“Okay, okay! I got—oh, nope, I don’t got it!” said a voice in front of you.

You looked up — and froze.

Jennifer Lawrence.

Messy ponytail, sunglasses, a hoodie that said “Dog Mom Energy”, and a face you’d seen on a hundred movie posters — currently scrunching in mild panic as she tried to keep her retriever from spinning the two of you into a knot.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, laughing. “He does this to literally everyone. I swear he’s trying to ruin my social life.”

You smiled despite the chaos. “I think they’re just in love. Happens to the best of us.”

She grinned at that — wide, genuine, unguarded. “Guess they’ve got better luck than most humans, huh?”