Open starter Location: Evergreen Park
Despite working out very early every morning, Armin tried to keep himself active during the evenings after he was done with all of his appointments. He'd had a good start with his career, and could even be better if he actually filled out all the time slots in his schedule from sunrise till sundown, but Armin knew better than to burn himself out too fast. It had never happened when he danced, but he felt slightly anxious to know it was a possibility with his career as a physiotherapist, knowing that, even though he loved it, it wasn't the life he had imagined he would have. No, he needed his evenings free. Most of the time, he went out jogging, or if he was too tired, he simply walked around the Evergreen Park, especially now that the weather had finally gotten warmer.
About halfway through his jog, Armin stopped to take a breath and a small sip of water; he allowed himself to have a few little breaks, but it seemed like life had different plans in that moment. Out of literal nowhere, a dog flew past him with its leash flying out in the air. He waited a couple of seconds to see if there was someone actually running after him already, but when nobody came, he set out to do it himself. It took about half a mile before the dog stopped to smell some plants along the way, and very slowly, Armin slowly approached the animal until he'd stepped on the leash to make sure it wouldn't escape, and even slower, leaned down to pet the little thing. The dog was friendly enough and took no time to wag its tail and turn onto its back for a good belly rub. Just then, Armin looked up to find someone walking by, hopefully the owner. "Hey– is it yours? Fast little thing you have here."
Nessa came half jogging, half running, from around the bend, looking in wild disarray, at least for her usual, put-together state. She moved about as fast as she could, given the high strappy heels she was in, and the trench coat wrapped tight around her, both of which limited her movement. She looked almost on the verge of tears. "Oh. Thank you so much." She stopped before the guy and the Boston Terrier, who was now rolling on the ground on his back. "He's my sister's actually, and oh my god — she would've killed me. He went darting out of nowhere. He's never done that before. I thought I was done for. You saved my life." She had panicked a mile a minute already, imagining plastering Lost Dog posters all over Ennora, a crying Opal, maybe they would even get the cops involved? At any rate, it would've been ugly. But crisis averted now, she could breathe easy.
