Dove
We were still standing in that insane living room with the ocean as a wall, Benecio's arm hot and sweaty around my shoulders, when I heard it.
A tiny 'zip'.
I looked down just in time to see Piquito's little black nose poking out of the carrier that Rodney had set down on the cool stone floor to grab a cheese bread.
For a second she just stared at us, her tiny ears flat back, then she wiggled. She wiggled so hard her whole body shook, and 'pop' — she shot out of the bag like a furry bullet.
"¡Piquito! ¡No!" [Piquito! No!] I gasped.
But she was already gone, her little paws pattering so fast across the stone floor, her tail a blur. She didn't run to me. She ran straight, with absolute purpose, across the giant cream rug, dodging Zahi's feet, and launched herself at Benecio.
She was so fast it was cute. Like a tiny, determined hamster.
