You were walking with your dog out on the streets of Boston. On the other side of the street, a man was walking with a baby in a stroller.

Suddenly, your dog ran across the street and jumped on the man. You quickly ran after her and grabbed her collar. You looked up at him to apologize, and holy smokes, the guy was fine. Red hair, beard, defined face, super jacked. Fine. Shyte.

He chuckled and checked on his daughter in the stroller, seeing she was still asleep. He smiled and patted Jamie on the head, touching her soft auburn hair. You stammered out an apology, and that your dog was often like that, jumping on random people. She liked people, especially guys. She missed your ex boyfriend, who would often cuddle with her on the couch.

Hey, it's okay. I can't help my appeal. I'm Tucker, by the way.