14
Zoe
I spot Hemingway first. He rounds the corner, then sits and waits for his mistress patiently. I feel something twitch in my belly while I, just like the dog, wait for Anna to appear in my field of vision. It takes a while so I just keep walking. I approach Hemingway with caution, because I’m not sure he will recognize me.
“Hello, buddy,” I say, because I can’t help myself. He’s such a ridiculously handsome dog and his fur always looks so soft and eager to be ruffled.
“Oh.” Anna finally turns up. My presence has clearly startled her.
“I spotted this cute thing.” I give Hemingway a scratch behind his perked-up ear.
“Zoe, um, I—I owe you an apology, but, well, they’re just another thing I’m really bad at.”
Hemingway gives himself a full-body shake and a few flakes of snow fly of
