An Optimist?

Othon

The workday at the hospital was exhausting, and when I finally got home, the last thing on my mind was walking my dog. The reason was simple: I was about to receive guests. My friends were coming to see my new house, and I thought the least I could do was prepare dinner for all of us. For this reason, I had to resist Bart's insistent appeals that early evening.

Colin and Noah, however, surprised me by arriving earlier than I expected. Faced with this unexpected anticipation and Bart's incessant barking, I made a quick decision: someone had to give in and take the dog for a walk. It wouldn't be me, not that night.

— Noah, my friend, I think you've won the "honor" of taking Bart for a walk today. He's practically begging.

Noah laughed, accepting the challenge, and I could see Bart jumping for joy at the prospect of finally going for a walk outside. As they moved away, I dove into the task of preparing something for dinner. Colin joined me, and soon we were sipping on some drinks w