Lena followed Nero, and they arrived at a stable; there was a horse inside. He was Black and looked dangerous, so Lena had to take a step backwards.
Nero pulled the door open and stood closer to the horse. “How have you been?” he asked, and the horse moved its gaze to Lena, who took another step backwards.
“Don’t bother about her; she is scared,” Nero said, trying to tease Lena.
“She judges a lot and must have judged you as well. Maybe she thinks you are dangerous because of how strict you look,” Nero added, and Lena shook her head in denial.
“No, I didn’t judge him…or her.” Lena chimed in, gathered her courage, and took a step forward.
“It’s just…just that I have never been this close to a horse or any other animal,” Lena explained, and Nero extended his hand towards her; she stared
