He Stole My Dog

He stood there wearing a black leather jacket, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief. His presence alone is enough to make me fear him, but want him all at the same time.

"Give me back my dog." I snap, ignoring the way he makes me feel.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Fun? It's my dog and you stole her from me!" I shout, glaring at him.

"It seems she's mine now." he winks at me, making me scowl in return.

I was just minding my own business while walking my dog when he pops out of no where and takes her from me! I'm in the middle class, not rich, but not exactly poor either, and he comes from a rich family. What is he doing down here? I shiver involuntarily from the cold wind, rubbing my hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm them. Suddenly warmth envelops me like a blanket, looking up I see that he placed his leather jacket around my shoulders. I blush slightly from his sudden change in mood, and that he saw me shivering. But when I go to thank him, he's no where to be seen.

And either is my dog.