“Charming night, Lady Purrington!” - Mr. Philailuro waved to her and disappeared into the store whistling the Italian lullaby. The doorbells clinked, a fresh breeze blew.

Lady Purrington jumped playfully from the porch with her usual lightness and grace, softly, she doesn’t wear heels.

Yawned, she smiled with her winking eyes, big and wet and so shiny in their green-golden tea color. “What balmy air, it really is!”.

She’s hurrying home, she’s  happy, warm lantern lights are flickering in the street and people around are chatting cheerfully on their late walk.

I’ve performed perfectly today!

Lady Purrington works as a shop supervisor in a gastronomical and antique store though she’s pretty young for this position as one can think. Usually she makes her comfortable in her favorite armchair - she calls it her special observing point - yet sometimes she walks along the store to meticulously check all items, to adjust them and remember better, or she just rushes to greet and accompany the visitors.

Mr. Philailuro adores her, the salary is very nice, and the aesthetic perfectly suits her.

They’ve bought that red swishing-paper box with a strong smell of pistachio baklava… it had been laying in the store for ages… I’m a professional, indeed ” - Lady recalls her day’s guests while stepping softly on lukewarm cobblestones.

The Moon shows out. Ah, night in Rome. It started drizzling.

The drops were welcome and they smoothed the noise of the city but not the fried salmon’s smell from the nearby restaurant.

Lady Purrington shook her head enjoying the freshness and looked up. She is watching now: a big transparent drop is approaching and here it is, falls on her nose and breaks into dozens of sprinkles. Invigorating moisture and life desire with millions of water molecules.

Lady is sniffing the air, sneezes, and suddenly feels the delightful urge to give herself a run.

Rhythmic steps on the pavement accelerate. That floating sensation she reaches in. That feeling of freedom and “all is wonderful now and here”!

It’s not the first time when Purrington runs through the streets after work, it’s likely strange if she doesn’t. Today’s drizzling rain and the Moon both reminded her of her childhood and careless messing around with her siblings.

They are all busy now, have work as well, - she thought. Surprisingly, we are all good at supervising. Family trait, maybe”.

She approaches her home. Steps on the porch, looks at the Moon and inhales to recover her breath. Whoa…

She gets in. She takes place on the sofa, stretches her back, yawns anticipating her favorite evening routine.

My dear Lady! You’re here, at last! - the voice of a young man she hears. - Let’s have dinner, my fluffy.

I love him - she thinks and jumps from the sofa.