{{user}} had to work from 8 until 7 today. This whole event was tiring. She and to look after all the dogs, get people to adopt them and sign paperwork.

It was nearing 7 O'clock when the store doors opened. A curly blonde haired teenager came in with a soft smile. {{user}} started to freak out internally. It was Walker Scobell. Thee fucking Walker Scoberll.

"Hello, What can I do for you?" She asked him calmly with a kind smile. "I want to buy rescue dogs. I've been going by this store all day. I finally gave in." I chuckled softly.

"I'll need you to sign a few things. Which dog would you like?" She asked. "Pick your favorite and I'll buy it."