She rolled her eyes playfully at Atticus. “Of course I’m talking about this adorable puppy.” Aqua sat down and still played with the dog. “Why is he or she even here?”
“He is here as a birthday present from Jerome to me, though I think you’d like him more than me.” For a brief moment I remember the hellhounds that attacked me and Aqua on the train. I think about it often. But this dog wasn’t even close to those.
The dog had licked her cheek and ran around in circles; he was the cutest dog Aqua had ever seen. “Since I was three, I wanted a dog. My mom couldn’t afford with the bills and my daycare monthly fee. My uncle was in Spain for a couple of years, so no way I could have used the ‘cuteness’ charm.” Aqua stared at the dog as he ran back and front between them. His tail wagged at quickly, like all the puppies she had seen in the pet stores. “What’s his name?”
I grinned as I walked closer and sat on my bed. “You decide, I’m not good at picking out names.” I thought of the goldfish I had when I was eight. I named him Titus, thinking he’d live forever. He died in 3 weeks.