The afternoon sun shimmered across the water as Lala paddled gracefully through the pool, her ears perked and tail trailing behind like a ribbon. Swimming was her happy place—where her worries melted away and the world grew quiet.
After her final splash, Lala climbed out, shaking droplets in every direction. CEO Kien was already waiting with a fluffy towel in hand, crouched low with a soft smile. He gently wrapped her up, drying her fur with care, whispering, “Good girl, you did so well.”
There was a rhythm to these moments—a quiet ritual built on trust and love. Kien rubbed her down, careful not to miss her ears (her favorite spot), then carried her to a shaded bench where she could rest while her coat dried in the breeze.
Back inside, the smell of warm rice filled the air. Kien had prepared Lala’s favorite: plain rice with shredded chicken and a drizzle of broth. No fancy treats, no packaged snacks—just real food, made with heart.
Lala sat patiently, eyes following every move as Kien set the bowl in front of her. “Eat slow,” he reminded gently, though both knew excitement would win.
She dug in, tail wagging gently, savoring each bite. Between spoonfuls of his own lunch, Kien watched her, content.
It wasn’t about the food. It was the quiet after the splash, the warm towel, the simple meal—this was love in its purest form.
When Lala finished, she curled up beside him, full and happy, eyes slowly closing in peace.
In that still moment, nothing else mattered. Just a girl, her favorite person, and the simple joy of being loved exactly as she was.
