Third Person POV
The little puppy shifted weakly against Raina’s chest before finally settling, as if it instinctively understood it had been rescued.
Raina looked down at the tiny creature bundled carefully inside Harrison’s suit jacket.
Its fur was dirty.
Its body trembled occasionally from lingering fear.
But its eyes…
Its eyes stayed fixed on her with fragile trust.
A softness crossed Raina’s face so naturally that even she didn’t notice it.
“You need a name,” she murmured quietly, gently stroking its tiny head with one finger.
The puppy blinked sleepily.
Then licked her hand again.
Harrison stood beside her beneath the dim glow of the streetlamp, watching silently.
Her expression right now…
He had almost forgotten it existed.
Not the calm corporate mask she wore at Grant
