She watched them napping on the couch -- the man and his dog -- and smiled. He was so tender with that pup, so open and affectionate. The things he couldn't always be with her. Sometimes it made her jealous, but more so it made her hope. That someday he wouldn't feel awkward or self-conscious about embracing her, about expressing his love. And she liked to see him -- both of them, really -- happy and at peace like that.
Then some noise from outside -- a rustling of the leaves, a twig snapping in two -- startled the dog and he began to howl. The man rolled over, groaning, and the moment was disturbed.
She smiled anyway.
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