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Eames hangs back and watches Arthur walk through the cage-lined room, talking softly to each cat awaiting adoption. He’s not sure when brunch at Sorella’s had turned into helping Arthur find a cat, but here they are.
“Eames,” Arthur calls. Eames joins him. There’s a charcoal-grey cat with enormous ears and wrinkled skin crouched behind the bars.
“Do you want to hold her?” asks the volunteer, “She’s definitely interested in you.”
When she puts the cat into Arthur’s waiting arms, she stretches up cautiously to scent his face. Eames realizes he’s watching Arthur fall in love.
Maybe Arthur will stay.
