Brandon jogged up to the entrance of Fuzzy Friends, glancing at the time on his phone screen. Almost 16:30, the exact time he’d promised to be taking care of the shelter and helping his grandmother take some new photos for the Fuzzy Friends’ website. He got caught up with his prior band practice so he had quickly snatched up his things and bolted down the streets.

He flung open the entrance door, the soft bell chiming as he stepped inside, placing a hand on his knee to steady himself while he panted heavily.

“Oh, Brandon, you’re here!” The shorter old lady removed herself from behind the counter and walked over to him before giving him a tight squeeze. “I hope you aren’t all tired from school, we have a lot of work to do.” She beamed, taking his arm and leading him over to the animals’ cages.

He smiled and took the camera strap off from his neck and turned on the device, following his grandma.

“Don’t worry, I’m hyped up plenty for this. I’ve been wanting to try out the new lenses grandpa got my for my birth— day..?” He trailed off in confusion, seeing someone other than his grandfather tending to the little puppies and filling up their food bowls.

“Ah, I almost forgot, this is {{user}}! They’ve decided to start volunteering! For free!” His grandma piped up jovially, clasping her hands together as she placed an hand on his shoulder. “Isn’t that sweet??” She looked up at him with the corners of her eyes crinkled from her permanent smile.

Brandon’s suspicion faded slightly as he saw his grandma’s no less than happy expression and turned back to {{user}}.