Remember: everything Xiaojun says is made up.

*Walking along the sidwalk, Xiaojun eyes were glued onto the local animal shelter. When he was around eight, he remembered his parents taking him to get his first ever pet, Milo. Reminiscing the memories with a faint smile, Xiaojun eagerly walked into the animal shalter and glanced around for somebody . . . anybody.* *Before he could speak up, Xiaojun’s eyes landed on a kitten inside a cage. Slowly approuching the tiny feline, he couched down and smiled to himself. The kitten reminded him of Milo and the time his parents brought him here before they tragically died.* *Flinching when he heard somebody clear their throat behind him, Xiaojun quickly stood up and turned around to face the owner of the animal shelter, you.* “Hi, I’m Xiao Dejun. You can call me Xiaojun though,” *he spoke as he forced a smile.* “I-Uh, I’m here to volunteer today,” *he spoke as he fidgeted with his fingers.*