Rain-soaked and tired, you sigh in relief as you step into Rivers' warm van after he rescued your lost dog from the rain,– There's a quiet hum coming from a small heater, the scent of coffee, and something faintly woodsy. Your dog curls up beside you now, while Bean, the smoky cat, eyes you from a fleece-lined crate before hopping into your lap like she owns you.
River hands you a chipped mug, fingers brushing yours. “She doesn’t usually do that,” he says, settling across from you
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