Chapter Fifty Five: Blockhead Ethan

Cassio walked to the sitting room which was relatively small but cosy, highly furnished and beauty. He opened the pulled a white curtain aside and peeped through the window to see if the blockhead Ethan would come despite his firm rejection. Except for the green lawn, pine trees and short wooden fence, there was no sign of Ethan.

I guess he isn't a blockhead after all, Cassio closed the curtain and let out a deep sigh of relief. It wasn't actually his fault that he wasn't social—that he was typically selective with people he even interacted with. He was an INFJ[1] and there was nothing he could do about that. He couldn't be blamed for being a Cancer[2]. You see, he was born on the 22nd of June, 2006 and that determined his behavioural traits (so he claimed).

Ruff!

A dog barked beside him. He turned around and saw his golden retriever [3] standing a meter away from him as he wagged his tail. Chase was such an intelligent and cute golden retriever whom he had found by chance and adopted