A girl with a service dog catches Jason’s eye, but he’s got to win over the girl and her dog, and the dog isn’t too sure about him
Jason noticed you every day during his morning run, always sitting on the same bench at the park, your dog at your feet, ready to assist at the mere sign of danger. Unfortunately for Jason, he seemed to think he was dangerous to you.
He had tried talking to you before, but as he got close to your bench, as you were distracted by the loud music on your earphones, the dog would always stand up, watching him like Jason meant any danger to its owner.
This happened every time, and he was getting out of ideas to get close to you. He had tried bringing it gifts, food even, but your dog remained faithfully aware of its and your surroundings, ready to keep the danger (Jason) away.
So this time, he decided to just watch. Not like a creep, but just observe you while he took a precisely timed break right in front of you. The dog, as usual, noticed him straight away, rising from his laying position to sit tightly at your feet. However, this time something different happened.
As the dog sat there, staring threateningly at Jason, you noticed his changing demeanor, placing a marker on your book and closing it to give the pup your full attention.
Jason found joy at the interaction, fresh like a new episode of his favorite show. He watched you play with the dog's ears, and leave pecks on its head. And then you looked up, staring straight at him, and he choked on his water. Recollecting himself, he saw you give him a wave, giving him enough confidence to walk your way.
As he got close, he could hear the growling of your dog getting louder.
“Simba, relax.” you cooed, caressing his head. You moved slightly to the side, giving Jason some space to sit beside you.
“Hi!” he greeted once he reached you, extending his hands for you to shake. Your touch was cold, frail, and you quickly retracted it to rest on your lap. “I’m Jason. I always see you around whenever I’m on a run around here.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed…”you told him, timidly looking down at your dog to avoid his face. Jason found it adorable. “… you running past, sometimes I mean.”
“Oh, really?” he questioned, a smirk growing on his face. “Well, I’m certain your dog sure has noticed me before. I think he hates me.”
Laughing a little at his joke, you pet your dog once more, its chin resting on your legs, aware of your rapidly beating heart. “I’m sure he doesn’t, he just gets worried when I get nervous.”
The words came out of your lips without a second thought, and your head snapped up, your cheeks burned red, and Jason’s smirk only got larger.
“Well, how can I help you get less nervous?”
“I have no idea.” you answered shyly.
“Perhaps I can help you over dinner? Friday, 7pm?” he suggested, his heart now the one beating faster, going way off beat of its usual rhythm, and he wished your dog could calm him as well.
“Perhaps.”
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