We had met in Chicago, Illinois.
I still remember the city clearly; crowded sidewalks, tall skyscrapers...
And; the Millenium Park.
A large, vast area of pathways, gardens, grand fountains; and so much more.
Oh; so much more.
I just wish that I had spent just a little bit longer savoring the sights.
The beautifully grown flowers; the smiles on families faces; the sunlight reflecting off every surface...
But; one thing I do not regret..
"Henry! Come back..-!"
It was so strange.
Henry had always been obedient.
Never ran off; or disobeyed.. So, why the damn dog chose that particular day to act up was beyond me.
The tail-wagger had simply just strutted along; stopping every so often, until I had caught up to his pace; before darting off again.
Strangers gave glimpses; trapped like a deer in headlights; debating whether to try and help me, or just walk away.
Most of them picked the second choice.
All, but one.
Henry simply stopped in front of the man; jumping up on his strong hind legs, muddy paws mushed upon the button up, baby blue shirt; dirtying the fabric.
My voice had turned stern; somewhat like a hiss.
And; to my surprise; the poodle sat down immediately, ears up, eyes wide; that innocent look placed on his furry face.
The sandy-blonde man that my dog had just leaped upon simply gave a laugh; trying to brush some of the brownish/blackish mud off of his shirt; the action only causing it to smudge father into the lovely blue fabric.
"I am so sorry..."
I sounded so sheepish; so shy.
Well; I had been shy at the moment. My mutt had just basically tackled the poor guy; and not to mention he had actually been quite handsome...
I quickly grabbed the pooch by his collar; clipping him to his leash, giving a scolding look.
The stranger had mumbled something to himself; along the lines; 'this one was my favorite', or 'this was a gift'; I couldn't quite make out the words...
But; a moment later, the man had looked up; a perfect white smile plastered to his face. "No, no. It's fine... That's a beauty you have there." He commented; motioning to Henry, giving him a sweet pat on his head.
This guy was strange.
Any normal person would be pissed off by now; shouting, or stomping away...
But; not him.
The tall, smiling stranger had reached into his satchel; digging out a camera.
He had mimicked in my voice; snapping a picture or two; before drawing his attention back to me, that kind smile still placed perfectly.
"Michael. Michael Harlan."
He introduced; extending his hand.
I was hesitant, but accepted the formal gesture; being almost positive I had the most confused look on my face at that moment.