Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~2~

"Milo, I swear if you don't hurry up and clean up the barf, I'll rub your nose in it." I groaned, the small Chihuahua sitting between my legs staring up at me with his tongue out. He's lucky he's cute.

Working as an assistant in an animal shelter allowed me to encounter many... many events. From dogs playing to catfights. To birds screaming bloody murder every second of the day, and to this; dog barf.

"You clean it! I need to tend to Mittens. Never would I have expected a cat to be... well, a dog." He trailed off, looking disturbed. I rolled my eyes and picked up the dog, handing him to Milo before walking back to the front desk.

I was only working here part-time in the evenings and some hours of the night. It was my last year at Uni and I had only a week left of summer break so I decided to put in extra time here at the shelter. A man walked in, holding the smallest kitten I've ever seen.

"Hi, welcome to CAS. How may I help you?" I asked kindly, he placed the tiny black kitten on the counter and raised an eyebrow.

"It's at least a week and a half old. I found it under some cement bags. Thought I'd bring it here. This is also a clinic right?" He asked, looking down at the cat worriedly. I smiled warmly and grabbed a small towel under the desk, wrapping the frail thing in the soft material.

"Yes. Thank you for bringing it here. I'll see to it that it's taken care of wonderfully. While you're here, do you wish to adopt one of our friendly babies?" I ask with a smile. He sighs softly and shakes his head.

"I'm not really that financially stable for a pet. Maybe another time." He nodded, walking out of the shelter. I blinked and took the kitten to the back. After putting the kitten in an incubator, I asked another employee to take front desk duty while I took care of the baby.

After a few minutes, Milo popped out of nowhere with wide eyes, looking a little panicked. I raised a brow at him and finished mixing up the milk. Carefully feeding the kitten, I gave Milo half of my attention.

"You look like you've seen a Ghost... what's up?" I mumbled, gently stroking the small feline. Milo looked at the cat with sympathetic eyes, his lips pursing slightly.

"We should name it Scrug until we find out the gender." He grinned, joking about how scraggly the little thing was. I smacked his arm and shook my head "Anyway, I heard the big boss rolled up a few minutes ago for a staff exam... did you see him?"

I paused for a moment and thought back on anyone I talked to at the desk. The man from earlier that brought Scrug... he was the only one to show up in the past 30 minutes.

"I think... but I'm not too sure. I was more focused on the cat than the guy. I doubt it was him though, he said something about being financially unstable so I doubt it." I mumble.

"Damn... do you think he's hot? I heard from Jas that he was smoking." Milo grinned, making me roll my eyes. After I finished feeding the kitten, I let it sleep while I put away everything. Checking the time, I realized my shift was over in 15 minutes. After finishing up a few more chores, I clocked out and headed to my car with Milo.

Milo had his own living space but for some reason, my tiny apartment became his home while his actual place is his second home. Not that I mind of course. Having Milo around was a blast. He was funny, neat, and never complained about doing chores. It was like a long-term sleepover between us.

Once I reached my car, I noticed a paper on my windshield. I looked over at Milo for a second before getting in the car, flipping the windshield wipers on and off to keep the paper in place as I drove.

As always, Milo put on music, blasting it in my small busted-up car. This car was my baby. It was as old as I was. My mother bought it before I was born and gave it to me for my 17th birthday. I've kept it running so far but I fear it only has a few months left.

I pulled into the garage of my apartment and parked in my spot. Getting out, I pulled the paper out of the wipers, using a napkin to hold it. You can't trust anything nowadays.

I opened it up cautiously, Milo coming around to see what I was doing.

"Brooklyn Elisa. You may remember me as the man who dropped off the tiny black kitten. Congratulations. You passed your exam. ~C"

"Holy shit. He was the boss man!" Milo laughed, nudging my side with his elbow. I stared down at the intricate letters, thinking back to the man. He was tall, at least 6 feet. Maybe more. He had shaggy chestnut brown hair and light brown eyes. Now that I'm thinking back on it, he was hot.

"Let's go inside, it's getting late," I mumble, walking to the elevator. Milo was singing some kind of song, sounding very much like a bird giving birth. "Hey, did you manage to get that bartender's number?"

"Yeah! Thanks for hooking me up with him." He grinned, turning to me with wide eyes. "Ethan is freaking amazing. We talked for a while before I realized you were gone with the wind. I got his number and told him I'd text him... I haven't yet." He said nervously, running a hand through his hair. I grinned and shook my head.

When we got into the apartment, I showered and changed into pajamas before sitting on the couch with Milo. We were now watching a random baking show while I forced him to text Ethan over and over again. Eventually, he caved and pulled out his phone.

"I don't know what to say! It's already been like what? 18 years?" He groaned, tossing the phone in between us. I took the opportunity and grabbed it, sending a quick 'Hey, It's Milo, from the bar.' And handing the phone back to him with a bored look. "Hey!"

"It has only been 3 days and I'm just helping you get over it quicker. Anyway, takeout or should I cook?" I asked, standing up and going to the kitchen. I heard him scoff softly and sigh.

"Last time you cooked, I was left bedridden for a week." He laughed. I groaned and started ordering takeout. Sushi for Milo and Thai food for myself. "He answered!"

I quickly rushed over and peered down at his phone from behind the tiny couch, grinning at the message from Ethan. I was no expert on love whatsoever. But, when it came to Milo and his flings, you could call me Cupid.

After the food came, Milo and I sat on the floor and ate whilst texting Ethan. Everything was going wonderfully until they began to flirt. That was my cue to give them privacy. After I ate, I went to my bed. I pulled out my laptop and checked my emails.

One email from a "CallanArcher00@gmail.com". I clicked on it, my eyes widening a bit from the simple and short email.

"Dearest Brooklyn.

I do hope this email finds you at a good time. My name is Callan Archer, owner of the CAS shelters and clinics. I met you earlier under an alibi to make sure you met the expectations of the employees I wish to run my businesses. However, it has come to my attention that you were previously kicked out of my club for trespassing. I do believe that it is in your best interest to contact me so we can have a meeting."

My eyes were as wide as saucers by the time I finished reading the email. It was his club? Trespassing? A meeting? How screwed over was I?

I sent him back an email, agreeing to the meeting and apologizing for the mistake. After reading his message over and over throughout the whole night, I finally fell asleep, dreading the following day.