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thirty-seven.

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ROMANCE HAD IT'S UPS AND DOWNS. You could experience the Meredith Grey chaos of romance where every day there is a new guy and a new problem, or you could experience the Bridget Jones love life where there was zero action. There was no in-between.

Juliet's ideal romance was one where you weren't left guessing, pondering what you were - call it the bare minimum but she just wanted someone. Her love language was quality time after all, which meant she enjoyed just being with her loved one.

In truth, her ideal man is Sky from Mamma Mia. Could she explain why? Probably not, all she knew was that he was there for Sophie when she needed him, that he showed interest in her hobbies and her wants and he actually cared about her - Who was she kidding, any man that wasn't in this current world was a better match for Juliet. 

She let out a sigh from her sprawled position on the couch. Her arm supported her head as she watched the television with zero enthusiasm while Enzo purred in comfort from his position on her hip. The two had been lying like this for lord knows how long, watching reruns of old movies that she had seen time and time again. 

The loungeroom flashed with the colours of each scene, and her curtains being shut created a perfect cinema for her to binge anything she would like. 

"Men are rats, listen to me, they're on fleas rats, worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they're too low for even the dogs to bite. The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy." The line resonated with Juliet. It wasn't one she had bothered to acknowledge before every other time she watched Grease because truthfully, she never had anything to compare it to. But now she did.

"Preach it, Frenchy!" She yelled at the screen before grabbing her wine glass from the floor and taking a sip. 

On her coffee table sat a plethora of snacks that she had collected over the two-day binging period. None of which were healthy but you weren't meant to eat healthy during a movie. 

Ashlyn had thankfully chosen to stay over at some stranger's house until Juliet learned "how to cope with being rejected and let down." She refused to complain however, any day or week or any length of time spent without Ashlyn was a gift. A blessing, if you will.

The sounds of Grease were interrupted by a brief knock on her front door, causing both herself and Enzo to lift their heads in confusion and curiosity.

She wasn't expecting any visitors, nor was she wanting any visitors. She definitely hadn't ordered any takeout since last night - a bad experience with the driver threw her off of ordering with them for a while. Her curiosity only peaked when more when a second knock followed after a brief minute pause. 

After the third knock, she finally decided to answer the door. Groaning at the idea of having to move, Juliet gently removed the furball that she called her cat from his position on her hip. Less than gracefully, she fell from her spot on the couch and hobbled in the direction of her front door.

"I'm coming!" She shouted.

She could see the back of a figure's head from the small window pane that resided in the middle of her door. It matched none of her friend's heads - which she accidentally memorized with great detail, like how Lily Z always has her hair divided into two shoulders, and Lily M He mostly wears her hair up. 

However, Juliet was too tired and too mentally and physically drained to care about who, at this current moment, was standing outside her door. 

Grabbing the handle, she basically all but ripped the door off its hinges. Her eyes widened as she was met with a woman standing before her with a basket in her hands. Eyeing the woman up and down, trying to gauge whether she was about to chuck acid in her face, Juliet spoke.

"May I help you?"

The woman grinned, only adding to the girl's fear, "Yes! I have a delivery for Juliet Montgomery?"

She nodded suspiciously, "That's me, but I didn't order anything?"

"Nonsense, here you go!" The woman handed her the basket gently, placing a little backpack on top of it and a bunch of flowers that Juliet didn't even realize she was holding, "Just be gentle with him."

Him?

"Uhm, ma'am-" Her sentence was cut off by the woman chucking her a brief wave before rushing back to her van, leaving her awkwardly standing in the doorway with a basket containing something that she assumed was alive or a teddy.

Shutting her door with her foot, Juliet retraced her footsteps back into the loungeroom where Enzo waited curiously. The brown-haired ragdoll walked closer as she placed the basket down amidst the mess of snacks and rubbish on her coffee table.

Almost immediately after the basket touched the hard surface of her coffee table, it began to wriggle. The duo stared at the basket with wide eyes and apprehensive movements as it continued its bizarre actions.

Reaching for her phone, she opened her contacts and hovered her finger over one in the off chance that if she were about to be attacked, she could call someone immediately. She crept closer to the closed basket, her hands inching toward it as Enzo watched on just as fearfully. Neither was prepared for whatever was hidden inside.

Well, until the basket barked.

Juliet's posture straightened and her beating heart slowed. She quickly thrust her phone onto the couch and launched toward the basket. Hidden inside the woven basket, bundled in blankets and tucked away with toys, was a little miniature Daschund.

"Oh my god!" She gasped, tears forming in her eyes as she revealed her dream puppy. 

She gently picked him up from his warm bed, allowing him to attack her face with licks and little nibbles. She had never been as happy and excited as she was at this current moment. Right in front of her was a dog she had spent years dreaming about.

She smiled, "What's your name, little man?" 

Lifting his head, her eyes connected with the baby blue collar that rested loosely around his neck and a white note that was tucked neatly underneath it. She placed a brief kiss on his head before placing him down on the ground and letting him roam free.

With shaking hands - either from excitement or nerves she wasn't sure - she unfolded the note addressed to her. She wished she could say she predicted who the puppy was from, or give an indication that she had even the faintest idea of who it might be, but she didn't.

Not until she read what was contained in the note.

Dear Juliet,

His name is Lemon and needs only the best care from the best person. I can rest comfortably knowing that the only person who could provide him with this is you.

With love, L.

Her head lifted to stare at the little puppy that bounced around her home, chasing after Enzo as he hurriedly tried to make his escape. 

There was only one person in this world that she had told about her dream dog and what she would name it. There was only one person who would go out of his way to make a puppy delivery this extra.

And to think she thought romance was dead.

authors note!

kisses x bisous x whatever else kisses is in any other language x