When she lifted her head up, to have a look at the pole *Ahem offender*, who might have broken her only asset on her average looking face(She feels So!), she was faced with a somber looking Fat Purse, and pushed down the string of curses in her throat that threatened to spill out from her ready-to-curse mouth.
"Wh-What happened?" she asked, with worry etched on her face.
He suddenly plopped on his knees with a soft *thud scaring the hell out of her, to which she almost made an escape motion, but held her ground.
Out of nowhere, he stretched his hands and pulled her into a warm, nervous hug, making her knees buckle.
She was startled with his strange behaviour and when she slightly bent down to brush his hair, " I am sorry." came an almost inaudible whisper, making her actions of concern stop mid-way.
'Now, what happened to 'him'?' she thought, groaning in frustration, looking at the huge and pitiful dog in front of her.
*Sigh
