you, and also your pug, are adorable - wfm - 26 (Downtown)
where: near the w4 stop, by those basketball courts where some INTENSE GAME always seems to be happening.
when: 8ish, sunday night
you: cute brown-haired boy walking your/someone else's pug/puggish puppy. i assume it was a puppy due to its rambunctiousness, and also due to the fact that it did not like walking on the leash, so you were dancing cutely at it in some sort of attempt to get it to walk, sort of like honeybees (i imagine) dance to tell the other honeybees where to get the pollen.
me: girl in a burgundy floral print dress and pink chucks, whispering "i want to pet that puppy," and getting busted (i think) by you.
i want to pet your puppy. seriously. that's a single entendre.