[EXT. CITY STREET – LATE AFTERNOON]
The sun casts long shadows as EMMA, a young woman in her early 20s, walks home from class, earbuds in, scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly, her eyes catch a small movement on the asphalt ahead. She stops—heart skipping.
There, trembling and barely breathing, lies a tiny puppy, its fur dirty and matted, stranded in the middle of the busy road.
[EXT. CITY STREET – CONTINUOUS]
Cars rush by, horns honk. Emma’s instincts kick in. She steps quickly into the street, waving her arms to slow traffic.
EMMA (softly, kneeling):
Hey, little guy… I’ve got you.
The puppy whimpers, eyes wide with fear. Emma gently scoops him up, cradling the fragile bundle against her chest.
[EXT. SIDEWALK – MOMENTS LATER]
Emma sits on the curb, tears welling in her eyes. She pulls out her phone, dialing the local shelter.
EMMA:
Hi, I found a puppy… he needs help. Please, can someone come?
The puppy licks her cheek weakly. Emma smiles through the tears.
EMMA:
You’re safe now, little one. I promise.
