Mattie bit his lip and wandered into the home that smelled familiar, his cat ears twitching slightly. He held his bear tightly, a pink dress covering his body. The child meowed like a lost kitten as he looked around.
Nicolas sat on his couch, Don Quixote left opened on his lap as he flicked and read the pages. In his left hand was a cone of chocolate ice cream, and he licked on it idly as his eyes run through fine print after fine print. He stopped his activities, however, when he heard the small noise of a kitten. His eyes flickered to the side, and saw a—
It was her.
He almost dropped the cone onto the pages of his book, and he spontaneously cursed as a droplet of ice cream fell on one of the black letters of the page he was reading. He stared wide-eyed at the child before him and before he knew it he tossed the book aside and squated low to her height, opening his mouth to form a sentence.
“I—” He felt his initial words die on his lips. Nonetheless, he wrecked his brain again in order to come up with substitute words.
“Are you lost?”
