[EXT. CITY STREET – LATE AFTERNOON]
Rain falls steadily. The sky is gray, and puddles ripple with each drop. People hurry by with umbrellas, coats, and coffee in hand — not noticing what’s barely visible beneath a bus stop bench.
A tiny puppy, soaked to the bone, curls into himself. His fur is matted, ears drooping, body shivering uncontrollably.
He doesn’t bark. He doesn’t cry.
He’s too cold for that now.
[EXT. SIDEWALK – MOMENTS LATER]
LUCIA (mid-20s, umbrella in one hand, grocery bag in the other) stops in her tracks. Something catches her eye. She lowers herself to see…
The puppy lifts his head weakly. Their eyes meet.
Her heart breaks.
LUCIA (softly):
Oh no… baby, what are you doing out here?
She drops the bag, kneels in the puddle, and gently reaches for him.
He hesitates — then melts into her arms, too tired to resist kindness.
[INT. LUCIA’S APARTMENT – LATER]
Wrapped in a towel and held close to her chest, the puppy rests by a heater. A small bowl of warm food waits nearby.
Lucia brushes his fur gently with a soft cloth.
LUCIA (smiling):
You’re safe now, little one. No more rain. No more cold.
His tail gives the tiniest wag. It’s weak, but it’s a start.
[EXT. PARK – ONE WEEK LATER]
Sunshine replaces storm clouds. The once-shivering puppy now runs across green grass, chasing butterflies, ears flopping with every bounce.
He looks back at Lucia with eyes full of joy.
Because someone saw him when no one else did.
And that made all the difference.
