@moirasvnchez
“alright little harold. just like we practiced.” he said into the goldendoodle’s ear as he stood in the lobby. the mission today was to see if all the training the two had done together worked. about two months of a routine and he could have the ultimate wing man and not even have the chance of it messing up. who doesn’t love dogs?
so dante acted busy, gave the silent whistle and acted as if he didn’t purposely let go of the dog leash. and just as planned the dog was off, sniffing out the first girl he could find and pulling off the adorable puppy-dog look and act. he first would place his paws on the girls feet, do a twist and begin to whine for attention. and just as he did this, dante would come over and act like the idiot who lost his dog. which all was panning out nicely, as the dog was really seeming to paw and get at one girl in the lobby. “oh, sorry, novia. i-” but he cut himself off the second he came up to the girl and it just happened to be a face he recognized. “moira?” he let out in a mumble. “oh...shit.”











